Loose Nets

            To J. P.

From the centre to the edges,

My hands wide open,

Weaving the ether.

I shall bring you the bay leaves.

The secret is out,

Love, 

the key

To the ants inside, 

where me,

An exiled piece of map

Undoes knotted routes.

But now.

I shall bring you the word.

But now.

Between mouth and sex:

loose nets.