MANTRA

Trill

a vibrato
deep

in your throat
swirl

a mantra around 'til I
burst

open, the length encased in second skin
breaking

a flower
forms

from fingers floating free.

If the trick prior is transparent,
you asked me to write a poem
while standing over you.
But my poetry cannot emerge
from moments like this.
Only when it's just me
and five fingers

flying free.

After the overflow of precipitous rupture
star jasmine imprints around your neck, clogging your nostrils,
breaking into your breathing,
how can I, then make light of your need
to hear poetry in a most unpoetic position,
though many have tried
in that particular position
proving pointedly the existence of god
cause god spelled backwards is...