Genesis 2:4 and then God rested from all the work he had done

A descent through the throat slipped into tendon

 become the shape of your clavicle      puttering  the long hallway of your soul

came to        slowly  kept my motor turning

 a soft rumble made a wake with ritual for 

 living 

 lift water just to walk upon 

    then slip through agai

planning to visit your earlobe in the spring            passover 

ribs    blessed bone      

   rungs to 

descend from        which by the moon’s moon 

slide deeper into  slumber where from flesh made flesh a sacrifice

 inside your womb a sacrament    oil perfumed 

our mouths anointed 

two  altars laid wide 

made for communion