Earthbound ...

My love was never any-

thing but carnal

In a heart that was never

anything but meat.

My path was never any-

way but eyeward

In a head set on never

any base but feet.

My throat cried never a meaning

more than breathing

To an audience never further

than the sound.

 They knew I'd broke by the squeal,

  the forehead cracking;

  And prayed I'd mend on the

   salted, muddy ground;

    And needed nothing but skin-

     folds to defend this

      Proposition, no reach but hands

        on my back to pray,

               No sense but earth on my knees

                       to close the circuit:

                                   skin on skin and warm

                                                        through warm, this day.