Sestina: Tin Can Call

The summer I turned sixteen, I learned
the burning that happens when contact
is made: flesh and mouths, a new kind of touch.
Kids really, trying to smash ourselves together,
atoms mingling, heeding the old call
looking for The Other who would hear—

The low buzzing we made, like bees, hear
not just our desires but everything we’d learned
about desire—that birth is a call
to the universe; from conception we have contact.
We only survive when we are together.
We learn from being touched what it is to touch.

Hands, eyes, lips, hearts, touch
and understand. Without speaking, we hear:
all that our ancestors have learned
to cultivate society, not just sex as contact
but contact that issues forth the greater call.

String stretched taut, tin can call:
We twin sisters sleep at night, while parents forget to touch.
The line is in place, but loss of contact,
not even scratchy murmurings—hear
vestigial sighs and moans that have become unlearned,
aloneness now safer than being together.

How hard it is to hold together
when our atoms buzz about in empty space, call
to one another only through cosmic forces we can never learn.
And yet, I risk this cosmic touch
of forever, in another, and now hear
the heart beat growing inside me, this impossible yet mundane contact

of creation, of birth—contact
that challenges all notions of aloneness. Together:
on a brilliant night of unexpected lightning. We heard
the call of love, heard the call
that defies sound waves. Our touch
something both old and new but within us, cosmically learned:

We dance the dance of contact, all our being calling,
reaching for togetherness and psychic touch.
I hear without hearing all the universe has learned.

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60 thoughts on “Sestina: Tin Can Call

  1. Reblogged this on jcosa and commented:
    Some say you don’t choose the person you love, others say the fisical aspect of the person catches your attention. I say none of those, we can have a normal relationship and then there appears someone with words and thoughts that may appeal you and love blooms again in bad circumstances.

    • yeah true! i completely agree with you.. because every cloud has a silver lining and after every long night there’s dawn. So we’re stuck in difficult situation, someone do makes an entry and makes ourselves feel good and happy

  2. Cool read… Took me on an exploration of what it is to be truly alive and connected to a world out there. And how on some level, just not physical, we all can have a birth of cosmic explosion within us all. It simply is easier to conceptualize with the woman an child for with mother is man’s first touch. Dope read…

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  4. Reblogged this on Yes, I Have Gone Mad. and commented:
    This makes sense to me. We all want touch of some sort. A hug or a brush against the shoulder by a stranger in passing. It’s what we crave. We go around blind and looking to crash into someone else even if just for a moment. This author is on point. Enjoy!

  5. Very eloquently and vulnerably put. It is a sad thing when people lose the ability to understand the value of touch. Nurture it always. It is integral to being human.

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