Grain of Sand, Droplet of Water

I am parting
peony petals
as Moses is parting the Red Sea.

Look there! Ceramic skies
are finally opening up,
they are finally opening up.

I am spraying
Indra’s heavenly waters
at gravestones

and lilac irises are blooming
everywhere, everywhere.

There is a woman discarding
pieces of her precious flesh
in the microfibers of my bedsheets.

I am grinding
her flesh between mine,

I am spending myself
till there is nothing
left to spend.

I am sitting on a loveless edge,
an unemotional bed,
naked skin, absolved of all sin,

I am loving you
like that single instance
when a drop of falling water

meets a parched and
thirsty grain of desert-sand.