The joke is that it is the god himself, not the petitioner, who utters the hymn;
the inversion is both a mocking and serious testament to the power of love.
-The Orphic Hymns, Athanassakis & Wolkow
Desire —water body
pooling under tongue, desire
makes wet the sky
who once arid glistens now
with tiny globes of dew
growing heavy enough
to fall (journey)
down —
spiral descent birthed from
cloud: body breathed and condensed
rain dripping heaves
through the gap as infant crowned
over brown muslin floor —earth
yearning to feel sky and everything in it
behind it or yet to become it, it is
desire alone that moistens
the lapis dome and each tear
split from above burrows below
seeded in metals and dirt, earth also
holds the water
which vapors to sky, every cycling fleck
mirroring the oily halo between
sun and sun, the molten orb echoed
inside:
beneath crust, granite, peat, crawling
cosmic strings, eggs, magma spinning
blood from core to vein —sometimes she thirsts
to taste the rain her ocean breathed;
with eye eye mouth to sky
mostly-water-you pray
to steep in a heaven mirrored
and made of you
in truth it is
a such soft and quiet thing
to desire
what you already have
creator that you are.