Mobius
Forget, a moment, everything you know:
that music travels forward, that you're one--
a single bounded entity--that time
moves on in sequence. Gaze into her eyes
and let her limbs encircle you. Now lace
your fingers and your flesh, becoming her;
watch as your shadows merge. If you prefer
you may imagine smoke swirling around
itself in this still room where candlelight
plays on the woven pearl strands you've caught
between your merging forms, now undefined
by light or air converging from that flame,
and disremember even your own name.
Now, lost within her energy, sublime
articulated harmonies surround
these intricate entanglements, this knot
of vortices that spin in reckless guise
of offering: the musicality
of cycles turning on themselves. Agree
to be her sacrifice, to let her find
in you the eyes to give her, changing, sight
as witness to her transformations, done
with your free acquiescence, let her trace
the coursing of your veins as her tableau:
forget, a moment, everything you know.