Debra Weinstein: The story of life
Weinstein, Debra
These are the enzymes of the gods.
And this is their piss cup.
This is the dropper stuffed with cotton
that transports me back to matter.
I have made love and know
the principles of desire.
I have been love’s chemist
alone in my single stall
measuring the elements
that foretell ovulation.
**
I saw your face
in the electron microscope.
It was the frantic face
of the germ cell seeking life.
I saw my os
in the physician’s glass.
It was eternity opening
its door a bit wider.
***
I wanted you in the biblical sense
as Deborah wanted Deborah.
I pitched my tent by the ocean,
I sang to the armies.
We brewed coffee and
sat all day in the water.
Then fishes circled me
in zebra stripes.
You held my hand.
Later we loved,
shades down.
Copyright World Poetry, Incorporated May 1995
Provided by ProQuest Information and Learning Company. All rights Reserved
