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The Bone of It
Echoes
unmistakable
real recalling
deep desires
found & tasted
this moment
perfumed-
self letting go
what’s left
but never
forget
hour’s past
what’s not
last
this broken
language
on my broken
back &
the roses
& blood
as if newly
dreamt
your eyes
telling black
hair slender
hands naked
breasts
memory of it
soft hills
daisies bloomed
smooth slope
slowly
faded Oh God
how I
drank it
words honey
sweet design
your fine line
kaid upon my point-
less head never
minded
loops mended
road written
love caught
endless thought
this middle route
between never
& forever
art’s hopeless
lover
in the end
life forgets
no one
not you
nor him
better make
no bones about it
simple like
counting onions’
heads so
I hug again
your delicious
shadow
kiss your mute
shoulder bones
cheek lips neck
violin the shape
of your back side
the most basic
my shortest
coming toward
your first flying
higher higher
keep writing
riding
the white
dream horse
never look
back no no no
this is the
fools’ land
remember what
the old master said?
“fuck it!”
I want to breathe
not much of it
I want to burn it
eat it enter it
fill it skin it
juice it sing it
I want you
to have it
for this moment
won’t last.
:8/4/05
[art: michael scontos] |
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