7Vibrating, it is almost humming against my palm. Making me a new sleeve: a sheath of blood. Your ventricles: my rings.7
Eyes spread, lips betraying the stitch in your breath. Wonder and ecstacy. Gently, I slip it in again letting it rest cradled inside you. Seeping ooze coats the nerves and barely numbs the synapse- connecting our erotic respirations.
Exhale your smog into my atmosphere loaded with your (relief) pleasure. Your vessels suck in the residue- reaching, tickling the inside of my forearm. Latching on and draining
6I rose from my bed, as always chilled by the lack of sheets or cover, but I had had you take them away a long time ago. I did not know if it was day or night as the boards you nailed there covered the windows. I cleaned off in the sink, a hole where the shower had been, and put the heavy timbers of a cross on my back. I left my apartment in an unusual display of courage. I kept close to the buildings not looking at the busy cars lest my feet should carry me to meet them, and everyone I met said, "How great of you to do all of this with the heavy timbers of a cross on your back." I walked right out o6
5You complain that my showers are too log and I am too sad and I must have too much hair because it clogs the drains. So this morning I took a shower before the light fell on our bed through open windows, blinds up and breeze in to lull you away from me each night. I would show you the truth and capture the droplets in my hands to bring in so you could see what I did not know how to explain.5
The water is liquid sanity.
I did not have these words until now. So I reached and snatched, flailing about in my attempt. The water just ran over my skin as if to say, "I forgive you for what you are trying to do." Hours passed a
4We built a metropolis with firm foundations in the carpet, my words first published in the newsroom under the dresser. Flip the light to night but stay away from the bad side of town and the underground beneath my bed.4
Wood veneer highrise with luxury apartments by my copy of Huckleberry Finn. Wayne Enterprises is the next floor up. We put a dollhouse penthouse on top so Wolverine would have a great view. With our Ninja Turtle super heroes and vampire dolls we clearly defined good and evil using our tv-impressioned plots.
Then the maf
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a whitewashed fence looks orange beneath the lamplight and i think she's beautiful, limpid on last autumn's leaves
her knees are stark against the dirt back drop as the bruises blossom like varying species of olives mounted upon her calves
hand in hand, we stumble through the deadened plots where the drying sheets look more like billowing, middle-eastern scarves
and the pink fireworks rocket across the asphalt as her stomach explodes out her throat and into a slew of adjectives
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only cooled by a refridgerator's touch: your long fingernails. I remember that false caress more than the firey, ingrained, cut-deep tattoo those catty cartographers left. The dead skin cells stroke and--with the sudden twist of mind-- you held my chin and broke my jaw and drank my blood. I still can feel your hot, wet, betraying tongue sliding down my neck as my face tried to mend my bones.
And I struggled as your hands left you.
It ended that I saved myself using a
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Before an important decision someone clutches your hand--a glimpse of gold in the iron-gray, the proof of all you have never dared to believe.
(Dag Hammarskjold)
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