Aleph

I am between the leaving-taking . . .
I am in-between journey . . . 

between the 5th sacrament . . .

between mothers and the pretty daughters
before the wedding music starts but before 
the brief darkness, when the dress falls from 
the lovely flesh and the soft, silver-white bone 

of ghosts of youth and the after ghost.

Aleph,

between your thighs; the taking of sacrament
between you and me
before the closing quiet, but before the closing
of the ears to this world

to listen for the murmur,
your cellular history, before
mercurial element, before wood, water, Word . . .

birth, pain, you, me . . . 

And there is a womb,
a cage with a long divide
between that place and this . . .