I opened up my shirt to show this manthe flaming heart he lit in me, and I was scooped up
like a lamb and carried to the dim warm.I who should have been kneeling
was knelt to by one whose face
should be emblazoned on every coin and diadem:
no bare-chested boy, but Ulysses,with arms thick from the hard-hauled ropes.
He'd sailed past the clay gods
and the singing girls who might have made of him
a swine. That the world could arrive at mewith him in it, after so much longing—
impossible. He enters me and joy
sprouts from us as from a split seed.