THE FIRE AND THE WATER AND THE FIRE AND THE WATER

i roll in from the ocean ten-thousand years of madness and stirring
locked down. crashed and trapped between the devil and the deep blue sea
i writhed like storm chaotic blue windchime desperate sense of purpose
i foamed like the last note of the symphony of a sinking ship violin screech
bubbles rise from the rocks capsized flotsam y jetsam i bury my heart
in the wet destitute of azul jazz and iridescent iris i rocked less like a baby
and more like a crumbling mountain falling down the side of a river off a cliff
into the bay beneath the reef into the lost

there i funeral
there i third eye open and om the om sound of death of life of death of life
and i isolate reimagine the vastness that captures my wayward soul
this hole in the poet this blue sticky blood dripping from the gun shot wound
you have never seen the sight of honesty until you hold loss in your arms
and watch it slip. into the riptide into the unknown particles dismembering
disarraying slipping away from each other like spooked horses from the sound
of a shot gun. and then after the lit candles surrounding a singular picture frame
live eyes staring back from a dead photograph. a picture frame. an open book
ink pressed from pens forced piss to paper not capturing the stomach acid that
builds like tsunami. builds like rapids playing chicken in the crowded intersection
of grievance and our lady guilt.

i was the hands pushing the daisies up from the grave. i am the fist breaking
through the coffin. through six thick feet of worms and dirt. i am standing
alone in a graveyard on fire in the giant ballroom of the space in your heart
you cleared for me by playing piano with your voicebox with insatiable fire
with humble eruption with red blessings that move across mountains like birds
like volcanic mass eratic motion you meander across the map of my world of
our world you consume the blue waters of the earth until we’re left with mercury
rising and again i’m writhing but we’re writhing fire and water hotter than the sun
we won dear sweet love of mine we won and if i come undone i send my regards
from mariana’s trench where go i where go the days my faults surface as waves

i do not want to think about being engulfed in your flames
i want to be engulfed in your flames yes flames as i am am i
i do not want to talk any more dear sweet love dear fire
i want to flood your ballroom and rantodance eclipsically
in the fire and the water and the fire and the water
the fire and the water and the fire and the water

this is the way that i love you and have loved you and will
the fire and the water the fire and the water and the fire
this is the way that i love you and have loved you and will
this way that i love and i love and i feel and it goes and i
waltz and i move and i dance and i love and i churn like
the waves that i am i churn like the waves that i am to the
shore of the fire you give that you are that you are and this
this this is the way that i love you and have loved you and
i will and i will and i will and the fire and the water and the
fire and the fire and the fire and the fire and the water and
the fire and yes and no and yes and no and the fire the fire
i love you

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2015

Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

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