“Twenty minutes”, the nurse said
“Just put on these headphones and lay [dead] flat”.
complying
they move me
into the centre
of a magnetic universe
beyond the humming,
and the void of one hand clapping
we go spinning away
I reach for your hand,
to hold that wedge
of crimson sky
you always remind me of
just before sunset
my arms wrapped perfectly
around your waist,
kissing your breasts
your loving eyes
penetrating my soul
in places where no radiologist
will ever know
the same nurse’s hand
touches mine,
“its all over, you can go home”.
“its over, really?”
she didn’t know
you are within me,
and I am home,
whenever I call
your name.
4 replies on “Going Home”
Held my breath reading this post …. hope everything is ok.
all best,
mei
Yes it is, thank you Mei
Love,
Lee
What a gorgeous poem, its like looking at a cross section of a human, encompassing an intense physical experience and an even more intense inner experience at the same time. Intense!!!:)
Perhaps it was the magnetic fields that led to such an intense body experience. Didn’t want it to stop, but everything must have an end.