Clothed in Arrival

After a long walk on this arch from me to you

I'll be clothed in arrival

and stand still in your air

Where you’ll notice me

Filling you out.

As I get further into you,

I’ll become the light of that arrival.

Further down, on the receiving bank of this bridge

when I’m dripping from the humidity of one of your more sultry days,

You’ll brush my skin with a warm current of memory

And my chest will go on pause-

But the smoldering furnace of wanting you from within

Will finally be fueled by being alight in the thick of your air-

And I’ll become the heat of that arrival.

When I get to you, I’ll get into you.

I’ll be clothed in the smell of you.

I’ll be clothed in the most beautiful me when you take me in.

I’ll become bright. I’ll become light. And the heat the heat the heat.

Il Ponte del Diavolo, Borgo a Mozzano, Italia