slow burn inhalation

configured eyes to a new movement,

she spoke in slow vowels

circulating in open mouth,

eyes glowing a feral green

yet the kiss had already happened

once between damp leaves

spring days continuity

for shoots to appear

that climbing rose found window frame

thorns to sleep

shark fin spikes pierce,

subdued

lain back she showed me lace

and mathematics

angles and weight distribution

glowing yet fragile,

i did not want to break

long porcelain fingers

with nails to delve

beneath soft flesh of my chest

and close about my heart,

she would now be more than a lingering

response

in these chambers

was a place i could put her for sure,

not on a pedestal or throne

but wicker chair

as she sat on now,

after the geology of contours , gradients

and folds

secrets of flesh i had known,

wisdom burned from her pores

spectral aura flare,

legs cross uncross

no more secrets

no more visiting other places

i had found

where i belong

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Comments
  1. Very powerful imagery. Nice neat lines. I loved:

    “eyes glowing a feral green

    yet the kiss had already happened”

  2. Rowan Taw says:

    Wow! This is a fascinating poem. I like that math/geometry (usually stereotyped as masculine) is tied up with ‘her’ and her lace. Really original.

  3. brian miller says:

    lain back she showed me lace

    and mathematics…ha…i like…and not a pedestal but a wicker chair…
    i would think the chair a bit more comfortable…ha…finding where we belong is a great thing as well…smiles.

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