Crossing into Canaan

Then there came again and touched me one like the appearance of a man, and he strengthened me—Daniel 10:18 febrile body I woke into: nightsweats, stink of the toil of living: where hands could not bear to approach me, the young man fingered lay upon me, was himself a cool sponge, drew my perspiration to his lips ice-chips he held in his teeth, he pushed small bergs into my mouth caressed the skeletal arms I’ve hidden in long sleeves kissed neck and chest, belly rotten with pudgy organs, thick-set flesh he pressed against me, cock on cock and tongue against tongue saw his reflection in my marshy eyes and did not flinch such weakness held, sustained by this capable stroke, boatswain of my crossing I take the death I’m moored to, announced as a measureless promontory and bob in the river like a bloated corpse, blue lips, vacant gaze I let the water fill my lungs until they rip their festive piñatas because the one who comes to gather me, capricious angel has a voice that affirms me rising when this fever abates For Haines Eason