The Body Wants to Say

The body wants to say:
moonlight unseam this
lonely skin and make rivers
once more in marrow canyons
grown silent.

Our dreams are shaped like lakes
and the water enters 
through what is unsealed 
and chink-laden,
floods the bed of our being
so the ancient seed in us
remembers what it is to
breach husk, to be so full
so as to crack open and make 
a newness
we do not yet know
how to name.