Invocation

Let there be cool linen 
and lovers resting between sheets 
humming a small heaven between them 

Let there be a settlement of snow 
long green veils of rain 
and radiant squalors 

Let the pulse beat within us 
rich as salt, hot as sun 
giving time its edge 

Let us steep tansy, coriander 
and cloves in wine 
drinking deep its magic cures 

Let us bring the knower to the known 
for there are no second comings 
and what waits is just a breath away