BY JESÚS ALDANA-ALBA
In this communion,
I rush into you because I am no fool.
I rush into you like a river over rocks,
Somehow feeling the rocks meeting me
With the exact same force with which
I meet them.
Sacred song of which I sing…
Because you’ve sung me into existence.
I come onto you—
Dance with you—
Pour myself over you,
So you can sleep, wet and fertile.
A full moon to my blazing sun.
Perhaps my blue body—fine as the stars—
Hums a key fit for your heart…
That you may know that
I am the vessel to carry your waters.
Perhaps—as an elephant or buffalo—
I am the bull whose blood spills as seed on your body,
Leaving you swollen with the unprecedented articulation of
Your being an only child—
The complete expression of a specific force of will.
I am thirsty clay, and you, my spring, fill me until the flowers bear fruit.
Jesús Aldana-Alba is a poet, philosopher, and singer-songwriter living in East Los Angeles. He was raised in Boyle Heights by hard-working, loving immigrants. He has been writing and singing for 20 years.