Your mouth is hunger;
your torso, a prayer.
Your hair is the wave,
your spine, a sentence.
You impregnate the earth with your need;
you decay then, you walk away.
Far into the night, your body rumbles;
you are a slave to the salt of the sea,
a salute to the rainbow’s tribute.
Between the twin mounds of Aphrodite,
your sunny rivers flow,
& in the perfume of posies,
your footprints linger still.
O deep well of Esu,
a diamond plumbs your depths;
what secrets lie drowned,
dressed in apocryphal nocturnes?
A wind blows out of Venus to calm your heat,
but your hands are the fireplace in my night.
Lick the dew off the grey of morning,
taste the river’s muddy milk;
the body is the manuscript of desire,
the music of its sparrows.
You bring me to the borders of home,
where dogs still dream
& leave me near the foreplays of countries;
where, sweet song of dogged war.
See where I’ve been laid;
rain from your hammer washes my face.
Your weight tumbles down among meteors;
i feel my fingers break.
A spider sheds its web on your avalanching might,
& weave myths of that measured night.
You drape me in masquerades of apparitions,
suckled out of your glassy eyed twin hills;
your war has opened me up like a moth
& i hunger after simple drought.
I kneel on my stool, waiting
For my mouth to opened wide,
for you to come,
but you continue to evacuate skeletons
from the trenches of my mind.
Your legs are a field of mines,
& my body cannot hold that entire flower;
Oh what ugly hour brought your beauty to a close?
See how thinly disguised, your lust becomes.
