Accord

The man who understood change
in autumn read Kafka
when the world is golden and
got the joke under a pewter
sky I heard the laughter
of Jesus riding rising once the
day's gone by loud and white
as the sun I part my legs
to hold him felt the tingling
chuckle as my arms circle
him round of his fetal child
and we ride in his wife's
tight ripe womb through
the crack of night and saw the
dawn of God rocked to love's
harsh sound and in morning
burst a blessing on a parched
and we awaken soured world
skin on smooth skin he wanted
uncontrollably to shout in the
honeyed light but his voice
was small sexed and made ready
one mother's child and she
no virgin by our delight.