Laws of Attraction [Poem] by Larry Oakner

Laws of Attraction

How can bodies still elicit sparks  
when memory persists in melting time 
and what was shared over thirty years past 
be just as present in both our minds? 
Secreted in a wooded room, candlelit, 
serenaded by the shushing surf, 
our steaming skin still scented from  
the scald of mineral springs, 
I silently lead you by your hand  
to the table where I accept your wet invitation.  
We meld with a startling magnetic click  
as I slip into the exquisite geometry of your vagina. 
And in the decades intervening
two lives were lived not knowing
that beneath the daily domesticity
of children’s lunches and grocery lists,
of albums posed with family shots
and stages of marriages’ constant twists
was a gravitational singularity,
of an event unduplicated in intensity,
when two were joined as one
and burnt into remembrance
like the nova of a distant sun.

Larry Oakner is the author of several books of poems, including  SEX LOVE RELIGION (Blind Tattoo Press) along with the forthcoming chapbook, The Canticles of Private Lucius Swan, (Pen & Anvil Press) as well in Red Eft Review, WINK, The Oddville Press, and many others. Oakner lives in New York. 

Published by mistyrampart

Freelancer, poet, dreamer

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