Supercell

to stand inside your body
breathe what you exhale
feel your twisting heart
pump my own blood
I let you in
welcoming
your insistent pulse
you writhe above my head
threatening me
enticing me
please reach to me
flirt with me
just flirt
cry your angry tears
so I can drink them
bathe in them
and when you are spent
slipping from me
leave me your
light
power
to guide me home

--Barbara E. Prater, 4/00