Sunday, September 30, 2012

with a body made of stars

with a body made of stars

pull the muscle back.

expose the slippery tear,
 knit it together
with words that coo
 and beat.
it is the chest and perhaps

something flutters

the location of my desire is
not
inside
a cage of bones or bricks.

let's forget

those deceptions,
they afford protection.
(descriptions)

the living breathing mess of
reaching and
                  burning
lives planted in the base
of spine
and belly,
under
skin.
all of it.

i am a body

/goosebumps and rapid
breaths/ i climax and shake.
     nerves, night
vision, fretful
     motions

to disguise so much
wanting,

i am all pores.

these functions move together:
attraction and prediction.
     circadian cycles/ spontaneous injuries/ surprise visits

the future hovers with dream ghosts,

lovers outlive
my lust and commas

until.

we shift
into longing
& exclamation points

i began
writing with my
teeth and tongue?

9.29.12

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