Once, Desire by Robyn Sarah

Once, desire was a soft roaring
between us, like white water,
and we adjusted our voices
to be heard above it
till it seemed to us
that we whispered: as any sound,
heard long enough, becomes silence.

I would like to go back to that time,
when the power was still outside of us
and we were as if asleep, cocooned
in the white rush of it. Unharmed
and unarmed. When we were a
dream of wings. Before this
perilous flying.

~ from The Touchstone, Poems New & Selected (Anansi, 1992)