I need the gods more than I need the earth
no
 I need the earth more
because it is more
 mystery than anybody could want can weep

 no
I want to need the earth more but want the gods
 too much
no I need you more than the divine
 desire to smell

 the after-rain dirt
that highest & at the same time lowest of knowledges
 I want-need your moreness
muchly
 because I will never know

 you nor you me
except
 in the biggest
small moments of momentary worlds for example
 when my tongue

 is your language
your language my night no
 the afternoon no any time any no first thing when I
wake because morning sex
 is mortal

 mess eternal
& the gods haven’t a clue
 the earth can’t say what the hell
morning is
 without you in it

 without me in your throat
without you in mine
 without our within
these salt-blessed bliss-pungent mysteries
 of skin