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to contain

so soft are the edges

that boil and slide

inside the copper

a sweet fragrance

like sugar or moist tobacco

begging your tongue

to heat it

to bravely risk stringent addiction

tasting and….

moving

like a wild snake

coiling intelligence

looping and falling

willing

to swell in gravy waves

grasping the rim like a mouth

or fingers

to wander like an octopus

free my heart

to wild and gilded

overflow….

perhaps so hot it will fall through

unwelcome molten love

thickly sweating holes

into things

you thought were real

red feather flowers

fixer
you broke something
I crawl
in the ceiling
over here under there
in the dark night
under the new moon
this church is in disrepair
there is dust on my fingers
and in my hair
my heart
it must be here
somewhere…
I slide across
the silver line
along the dark wood walls
a small box
full of unfair
two red birds flying
this church is in disrepair
there is dust on my fingers
and in my hair
my heart
it must be here
somewhere…
I wander this house
dropping feathers like flowers
i smell honeysuckle
better than fear
Calling
I want you
Trying to make you hear
Through my dreaming
every day every day
every where
this church is in disrepair
there is dust on my fingers
and in my hair
my heart
it must be here
somewhere…
I’m crazy for you
I look for your eyes
It is me seeking death
my scorpion

your poison so clear

I need that piece you put in the ceiling
don’t see how but
you took it from here
this church is in disrepair
there is dust on my fingers
and in my hair
my heart
it must be here
somewhere…
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c’est tout lumiere

i see it in the cracks of your sideways smile

it travels backward towards me even as you turn away

it seeks me like a moth

i see it in your shoulders, tightly held

yet crookedly, secretly reaching through the crowd for me

aligned you are your eyes

a lake of stars

an eerie, erotic mirror

i see you like a fox trying to hide from the moon

ma lumière

mon coeur est allume parce que tu existes

no more no less

c’est tout lumière

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full circle

 
beginning with sun
her heart was broken in two
ending with the moon
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Senses Speak

the curtains part

on

hot bulging temples

and spilling thighs

words fall against themselves

dying valiantly

letting senses speak now

beautiful uninhibited senses

rolling bloody skin

around

howling channels of desire

all sinew and strength

tall beasts

between french lines

claw and tongue

growling

i must have

the body length full

not whisper

not tips of bits

but the entirety

not nuance

or subtlety

no teetering bashful allegory

but ferocious indulgent swallowing

 

whole

 

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Dangling

and there it is

puffy with pain

liquid with shock

orange with fear

dangling

flashing

dangling but still blinking

blinker blinker blinker

exposing in flashes

little linguistadors

filing away

rubbing

glossing

smoothing

conspiralling

seeking

underskin

surging now

dismembering

hammering

and here the dangling

still

the orange star

dripping upwards

blinker

blinker

blinker

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until

in early morning

I

seek

my heart

like a good friend

dialogue is easy

wavering like a mirage

swaying like a seasoned mother

but there are those other days…..

a smooth stone

a sheet of steel

a silent impasse

there is no other way

i stand at the door

until

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Orchids in her hair

Elegant yellow

cool ivory

spiced cream

chest deep

mulled love

spilling over

flavescent petals

buds of light

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even in summer

see that hole

a no thing

a darkness spot

the one you can’t catch

the dipping shadow

skimming over yellow sails

spreading purple salt

it evades your finger

a spirit

trickster

lazer beam

you are a puppy

bouncing

tapping

sniffing whining

wishes are grabbing

it’s the one

the one that disappears

the min min

the eye dancer

frightening you making you tense in bed even on crisp sheets

even in summer

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The Curling Things

 

It is the curling things that encourage me

to move the perfect symmetry

the fibonacci

of chaos that licks me on the inside

and spurs me into action

It is the hardness that looks soft

and the elongation of rational thought

I am bound to the unravelling of design

I am clung

and sticking like

feathers to a bird

I am moving like honey

struggling to stay

glued to the spoon

I am the tip of a shell

spiralling like ice-cream to the limitless blue dome

above

the illusion of seeking

the stability of air

we are what we see and  my heart is breathing

space

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