The Body

Eternity starts

With the umbilicus,

Where the sacrosanct spark of life

is transferred.

From there a world

All its own is born,

An electric, rhythmic, dynamic 

Micro-universe of life.

 

Tender trails 

Of caresses,

Brush fires 

In the night,

Tear trails

Under the chin,

Scar like a shooting star

Frozen in the darkness. 

Who will wash my body,

As it was washed when I was born?

Who will look at my still face

With love and remembrance?