LUGLIO

 17 07 

   16.

    Buried in velvet flesh

    Doing what you did then

    In obedience

    I’m you

    And not you

 

    As the tongue darts

    From baby lips

    The church appears

    From under the arched gate

    Chiming all the silver hearts

    Radiant ochre pasted

    On bluest skies

    I’m here

    And I’m there

 

    Channeling

    Auburn flash

    Pearly white against dark skin

    He murmurs whispers groans

    Incomprehensible words

    In the lost language of cycadas

 

    My name’s invoked

    My body feels grabbed

    Held

    Caressed and invaded

    But from so far away

 

    I’m dilating

    Expanding

    A bridge across what is

    What is not

    What could be

    What could have been

 

    I’m so null

    I ooze through the fabric

    To be anything anytime everywhere

    Aware but not sentient

 

 

    Coming back tastes like weeping

Commenti

Posta un commento

Post popolari in questo blog

SETTEMBRE

07 09 2025   25.THE ANGEL SPEAKS        Fear is the hardest kind of love That, I won’t have to delve into You being affrighted enough Now quiet: Your voice resonates anyway In the crib of my ribs Commanded By whatever shred of mind I stole from you And always carry to keep as prized possession   Courage is harder to explain That you’ve been birthed with What it takes you Naked fangless weakling spark of life To face at every air intake A toothed world   Both are appreciated   As well I admire The tender neck and exposed throath The gentle pinkish swell of a paunch So easy to be gutted Pale slender fragile fingers And toes The soft slug on silken testicles You treasure so My, you’re a catalogue of Vulnerables   All are appreciated   Quiet now: Do not expound to me The physics of your pain That, it’s ingrained in my matter Etched on my frame To flawlessly mirr...
Continua a leggere

LUGLIO

  17 07 2025      23.ANATOMY Stands the Leopard Prince Constrained Confused Facing one that Cannot be torn part Disjointed Disassembled They say - It’s alive   But hasn’t life always been A precondition The function to be probed For which the Leopard itself was awarded With fangs and claws To break To crush To rip To carve up for dissection   Forbidden How to even talk to it Forbidden Its private parts Forbidden The messy gobbling up The sucking dry of soul They say - It’s alive More - It is an innocent   The snowheaded critter Dog-collared and manacled Stays Still So meek and yet so firm Baring its crooked teeth In a lopsided grin. The fiery beast stands -That otherworldy strong That forever young- Beaten and conquered Melting down in a roar Till it exhausts itself In a wailing Mew.  
Continua a leggere

AGOSTO

  24.EPITAPH I was always cautious when I lived Everything done by half Half portions half pints Half love with half a heart Half death by half a suicide Nevertheless Life hurled itself at me From places unseen Relentless Merciless Ferociously Taloned Forced down the guzzle With the force of a gale I squirmed Wriggled Strived to slip from its grip Swooned and played dead Hid Acted blind Prayed for boring Got thrilling And then In the end   I was so happy  
Continua a leggere