Poetry Issue 15

   Issue #17 : July-December 2012

Aditi Machado





      VII

      NINE TIMES, DEVOUTLY

      How God Comes to the Soul

      I descend on my love
      As dew on a flower

      (Mechthild of Magdeburg)

      He descends on her
      like a flower

      Beneath the waterfall
      such fever

      He bathes
      her

      From afar a sea is coming
      to a center

      We descend on one another:
      leaves

      We descend on each other:
      wolves

      We are two abysses—a well
      staring at the sky

      She bathes me

      She washes me with dew

       

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