bluflu

Dissolve, dissolve
reduce to cotton wool
& still disolve

reduce to white sea foam
& still dissolve

dissolve to fishes in the sea
& still dissolve

dissolve to eggs beneath the leaf
& still dissolve

disslove to fibers in the roots
& still dissolve

dissolve into a fishes eye
& still dissolve

dissolve into a seagulls beak
and still dissolve

dissolve into its chalky crap
and still dissolve

dissolve into salt upon the sea
and still dissolve

dissolve into a spot of blood
& still dissolve

dissolve into a kiss
& still dissolve

dissolve into a tongue
and still dissolve

dissolve into a lick
& still disolve

dissolve into a mirrow's eye
& still dissolve

dissolve into your own desire
& still dissolve

dissolve into her warmest fur
& still dissolve

dissolve into the air
& still dissolve

dissolve into her breast of milk
& still dissolve

dissolve into your sucking lips
& still dissolve

the milk burns in your throat

the flame is yours
you are the flame

there is no name
you are the name

The rivers voice is many flamed

by Tom Pickard(from The Newcastle Poem)