Sunday, June 21, 2009

Sappho as a Man

& I bleed paradise
this moment

with thought of your tongue
& mine, what grace


feeling signifies something

in the longing birth & conclusion of body in dew

& it puzzles me

how both can transcend perfection

prothesized in a Sunday without clothes, immaculated

by wanting & have of___

I’ve probed
the irrealism of your animality

the sea to settle

into the potential placement of my bones

in a wave of___

or, possibility extracts from the marrow
all & nothing

nothing &__for which
I’ve worked a lifetime
to perfect as “abyss"

you kissed me, created matter

the sweet instant of


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