Fingers digging in flaccid flesh
carries the stench of soap and sex;
enema clean,
thoughts of pondering unexplored skin,
crept in like dirt under the nail-
But baby, if I don't
how ever will I know
the breadth of your cave/hole/love...
Baby, I don't mean to be rude;
I just want to get into you-
feel like I'm falling through.
***
Afraid to call it what it is-
Coward- Took two years
to bring you here;
Spent so much
time.
Time is nothing.
Counting hours like counting cuts
Silence held like my body in your arms,
always looking out- looking away
watching the leaves fall
with x-ray eyes-
see through smiles to whitened teeth
and heavy hanging words
in the curdling atmosphere.
Wanting to be someone else,
far away; think in distance.
Trapped in a bell jar
between pit and pendulum
screaming silence:
Get me out of here.
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