craneo de un caballoSoon it was clear that the moonwas a horse's skull,and the air, a dark apple.The gearshift shudder ofa heavy-laden truck fades,all the while, thesustained drone of bees;past their prime and sluggish,their wings cannot be stilled.A dull glint behind the eyesof a yoked pair of oxen,standing at a crossroadbetween myself and the fieldsthat bake in the Augustof a Spanish sun,waiting for thehammer and anvil to sing,for the echoing refrainof rifle shots beyonda stand of distant treesshimmering from spent cartridgesin the waning afternoonof your exquisitely curved spine.
Songsong of earthflows in my veinstributariesgrounded withinher womb, reborneach sunrisesong of daybreaka crescendo,mating with the sunnerves aflame,solar arctravels down my spinesong of sky-currents of birdson up-drafted cloudsshadows floatcaressing my body'slandscapesong of midnight,a deep thrum ofsensual umberbathes the eyes,becoming thecolor of my hairsong of my smile-tender entreatyfor my loverharmonyrequests your voice-we'll learn the words
Eclipsemoon guides meon its voyage,night windgoes deep,insinuating bonesfingers as white,tonguingthe marrow of me-I can't shiver thechill from my soulas intense aseverything I feelwhile there's life,who couldsustain ita sadnessadrift,where it takes meI don't know,I don't wondertoo numbto feel the coursemoon steers-eyes soft focus,total eclipse
Lust - In 3 ActsAct Ithe fever hit quicklyit always did-his lust compelledbrought her to himwrapped in a rugsans a compassto moor within her,astounded by the songthat played off her pelviswith his semenhe swoonedtaking her into himself,wanting it completely-his third eye in orbitseeing nothing elseneeding nothing moreand famishedfor everything-to pine as ifpining was lustAct IIan open window,lent inwards to theweep of a violinplaying once throughand never againthe talentof his consumptionfor herfor a heartbeat,a virginal momentnot to question,with mind at restand body floating-unflinchinglyin deniallure of a dark cry-he could not turn to hernor could he let gothis perversion, whereair thins till there's noneAct IIItremblingat the mercyof his lover,there was no graceand none soughtorgasmicwords and thoughts,erotic intellectflowed-anonymous arthis fingers,tight withinthe leaking chinkto staunch the flowbut never triedthe ironyof how it en
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