now-now

I want to consume you
in the fire of flesh
and knowing,
now-now;

instead I simmer
slow and low
in a tempo
of rhythmic breathing.

I lay still,
soul-strengthened,
as the thing about me
writhes.

little voice

he draws the music
from her womb
through her throat
dancing in her eyes.
Boo, he calls her
calls it forth
and her soul-spirit-
body-mind-libido-thing
sings in a soft little voice.

before and aft

I want to live in the mouth of madness
naked in the days
in the sun
in the slow syllabic utterance of my own mind;
clothed,
draped in his flesh sometime 'round
the witching hour
and through and through
before and aft
impaled while kissing sweet.

he reminds me

She can still feel
the flesh of them gracing
soft across her lips
beauty to weep by,
hard where their minds dwelt
within the womb of her spirit,
their flame drawn to her moth
her silence
how she,
wrapped in her own pleasure,
drew seed from them
with soft suckles
Them both and yet truly
the one really
the one, Ra, from the Latin
educar, he drew from her.

s-crawl

And I am on the brink of a low-down
that thing of my own becoming that spirals

I see my bootstraps
in the corner calling
cooing
wooing
mocking phallic, I salivate

Always in the everworld
a glinted ghost I can never grasp:
life
livable
Leviticus

the bootstraps call,
“YOU KILLED IT ALL
when you left the ball
of burden
of stagnation
of decay

Living in the light
you glow
but should have known
that with it
comes the coming, Eve.
that akin to light a darkness dwells
or at least
a cool funk

and the strength of nations gone to war
their women left behind”

at the speed of light

Time...
little Capricorn-girl...
to make a plan.

Eight years
is a long time to mourn your brother;
so now you know
you can kill a man.
You can look into a helpless eyes and tell him
“You are going to die.”
Now you know you can help him to it.

Eight years
is a long time to mourn yourself;
so now you know
you can kill a feckless girl
one that could only grow so far without Death
You can look into her soul and tell her
more than words convey.

Eight years
is a long time to live
at the speed light.

Time...
little starry-eyes...

the last few splinters of your supernova
are trickling in,
the core is re-forming.
Now you know
you can survive the shatter
and come back another way.