love let you touch itself
like unsuspecting violence.
a carriage delivered its doctors
and swung its doors to caution.
we took our proper place amongst the bowels nearest heaven.
still we sat, our bodies twisting in hydrants,
aching to be opened.
my naked limbs are yours and yours are mine.
all night we felt our voices echo open syllabic.
our pressed bodies posed just so
for others to breathe in, love and fully lavish.
i felt for your your open windows
and reached in for your museum, just in time to warn
the strangers settled in our tendons. we fell apart
and let the drafty halls upend our coupled swellings.
my open legs are yours for the taking, she cried.
and swung them wide and forced them open.
we swallowed hollowed stars
and built you a nightgown of the finest darling scars.
we fell apart and let our bodies be fought.
fully bludgeoned; thinking sweetness.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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