(a special thanks to Shugarshak)
The Bony Ribs of Adam
I left the bony ribs of Adam
for the fruit
of my own
personal desire
Its scent still heavy
upon my flesh
my absence still
thorn
to his side
But now how my belly
hollows and aches
craving seed
craving kisses
but outside the road hisses
and I find myself
packing girlishness
in an old leather bag
love stepping lightly
away from the door
You Tell Me
I cannot be so
you say
simple hands
cannot change
the fate of humanity.
I say
Humanity is
'a boundless,
absorbing heart
transcending
death & generations
and centuries
absorbing bullets
and stitches
and tear gas
enduring humiliation
and illeagal abortions
and thankless jobs
I say to you
the heart of Humanity
has not
and will not
be broken
And let us raise ourselves
like lanterns
with the millions of others--
with the mad
and the forgotten
and the strong of heart
to shine
Taking the Slave
Burn
her eyes
without hope of
understanding them
Kiss
her mouth
that you may
fathom
its strange tongue
Indulge
in her brown skin
because
it reminds you
of Mother
Rape
her mind
because it is not your own
but so sweet
so familiar
like coming home
to a native land
your pale and inbred hands
can only faintly fathom
My flesh melts
on your tongue
my breast dissolves
beneath your desire
my ears turn to wind;
roots reclaim my veins.
My stomach disappears
with its lunar twin
water taking my will until
I am reduced to a glimmer
boiled down to a spark
sifted into tiny stone
that has many wings
nesting inside your palm
We Made Love Last Night
We made love last night
beneath the stars.
The moon's Cycloptic eye
unblinking
staring us down
uncovering our bodies of the darkness
like naked roots
we tangled ourselves
thighs and elbows heavy fruit
shiny as winter chesnuts.
Body of the man I love--
bitten mouth, tangerine lips
rose petal surprise of tongue,
I could wander the continent
of your golden valleys
without ceasing
and delight each day
in discovering
a new dawn
rising from the depths
of your mysterious being.
How often I've cried out
in silent tongue
to be saved
from myself
in the middle of the night
too afraid
to move
horrified the answer
may be beyond the
capability of my
own two hands
so small
As A Child
As a child I walked
with noisy fingers
along the hemline
of so many meadows
back home
Green fabric
stretched out
shy earth
shock of sky
I'd sit on logs like pulpits
listen to the sermon
of sparrows
and find god in simplicity,
there amongst the dandelion
and thorn
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