Awakening. Novel-time begins. Movement
Minute one: Evocation of Eterna’s face
The kisses you denied me bite your lips
Biting each other
lips make each other bitter
You write the manuscript of this your novel where
I give you my spirit as you gave me yours
And for what I could not be, I have your
Gesture of divine sadness, of your I Cannot,
In this denial my being made whole
Whole persona, you raised me in the no “Living”
And how much more in Loving.
p. 125
l noelle mclaughlin 