Time Conquers

by Suzann Kole

The soft animal of your mind;
the mind of your traveled body
trenchant with thought—I am
wrapped, even now as we part,
in the texture of your generous words;
pressed against the fragrant meanderings
of your deeper secrets and sorrows; giddy
as I linger in the steady unveiling
of your large genius: those conflicts and covenants
you’ve made with invisible gods. I fold
my arms around the pantheon
of your days, shaping myself
as your busy hour—a vessel of time
into which you pour your dreams
and routine; anything—insatiate
for the strong arms of your
reinless embrace.

1/27/2005