ORGASM

My brain too long has had the sound

and shape and nerve

of breathless requiems.

I want to feel my own rebirth

in time and space come throbbing through

the tips of each finger,

flooding my dry veins with rich green sap

and giving me new sight

to every sense;

making me whole again.

I want to feel my spirit as before

rippling with joy

and dancing through my skull

so that, merged in adoration with my soul,

I may once more have that power

to fill my cup of life and love

and find this consummation

in her arms.

London 'eighties