-What was her girlfriend’s name?
--‘Sue’
-Who?
--‘Sue’
-Who?
These fingers travel yonder onto skin and flesh
In the crevice of your lung and kidney
Between the hip and the lowest rib
Sweet ripples of sensation: it tickles --
I know.
In the way your nose begins to crinkle
At the brow –
Creases of your velvet skin folded into one another
Skittle away from my grip
Just when I nip from the fruit of joy –
Wasted nectar trickling down your throat
Tonsils to jugular vein – a honey dipped thorax.
Mesh flesh to flesh
and skin to skin:
The bubble gum of
sugar will hold it all together --
A jungle of limbs:
hands, feet, arms, legs, elbows, knees.
Our very own little
cemetery of human remains
Shredded bodies – naked to the bone
Muscles flexed,
tendons tightened, veins pumped,
The rhythmic whistle
of a single heart beat.
We lay it to rest on
a feathered pillow
Where multicolored
nightingales waddle – scrambling to revolve
This shrine we built – a Mecca of memories.
The warm burn and the cool release of sizzling sweat
As bubbling beads scurry
from your forehead
Diving into the pool
of cotton --
To the music of
bustling bed sheets
A city of white noise – and we trample
The hustling birds beneath our soaking human samples.
So the Church bells tinkle away
As night passes into day – a golden crust of light appears
The red ring of flame placed on a mantel
This space is ample --
We’ll bury the dead and give birth anew
To our sorrow, hope, love, lust, anger, revenge, happiness:
As time sidles away
From the tight grasp
of your small hand
I’ll swindle fate and
trick destiny
Into believing – if I
belong anywhere, I belong here.
You break free from
my arms and onto cold marble.
As I skip back and
forth -- jumping from dream to reality
Floating in the
middle: Your stomach to my chest --
My head to your chest
And nose buried in
the sticky scent of your neck
Traced with saliva
A noose of kisses
Then you stroke the
puddle of my love –
Skin stretched
against skin:
Teeth
Chin
Cheeks
It tickles: I know.
When you smile, I
can’t help but follow suit.
In the crevice of your lung and kidney
Between the hip and the lowest rib
Sweet ripples of sensation: it tickles --
I know.
In the way your nose begins to crinkle
At the brow –
Creases of your velvet skin folded into one another
Skittle away from my grip
Just when I nip from the fruit of joy –
Wasted nectar trickling down your throat
Tonsils to jugular vein – a honey dipped thorax.
Mesh flesh to flesh
and skin to skin:
The bubble gum of
sugar will hold it all together --
A jungle of limbs:
hands, feet, arms, legs, elbows, knees.
Our very own little
cemetery of human remains
Shredded bodies – naked to the bone
Muscles flexed,
tendons tightened, veins pumped,
The rhythmic whistle
of a single heart beat.
We lay it to rest on
a feathered pillow
Where multicolored
nightingales waddle – scrambling to revolve
This shrine we built – a Mecca of memories.
The warm burn and the cool release of sizzling sweat
As bubbling beads scurry
from your forehead
Diving into the pool
of cotton --
To the music of
bustling bed sheets
A city of white noise – and we trample
The hustling birds beneath our soaking human samples.
So the Church bells tinkle away
As night passes into day – a golden crust of light appears
The red ring of flame placed on a mantel
This space is ample --
We’ll bury the dead and give birth anew
To our sorrow, hope, love, lust, anger, revenge, happiness:
As time sidles away
From the tight grasp
of your small hand
I’ll swindle fate and
trick destiny
Into believing – if I
belong anywhere, I belong here.
You break free from
my arms and onto cold marble.
As I skip back and
forth -- jumping from dream to reality
Floating in the
middle: Your stomach to my chest --
My head to your chest
And nose buried in
the sticky scent of your neck
Traced with saliva
A noose of kisses
Then you stroke the
puddle of my love –
Skin stretched
against skin:
Teeth
Chin
Cheeks
It tickles: I know.
When you smile, I
can’t help but follow suit.
