exhaled
across palate, tongue and vibrating lips
the moist air
boils seductively
within brass and silver
exhilaration chooses shell-pink portals
as points of entry
shivering hammer, anvil and
stirrup
[beauty is not born from molds;
unclothe your swaddled legs
and bare your heaving breast]
there exists love
not swiftly noticed or understood
(silly images of crushed spiders and gleaming cutlery)
and of course, infatuation
recycled photographs,
a light parade of binary code,
become
revelations of obsessions
(briefly the girl with the mascara
but more often yourself.)
the stars dance in merry sparkles,
a vision familiar to astronomers and lonely hearts,
as slowly the worlds grinds out into the night.
Author notes
Errata:
*One drop of saliva contains more life than the moon.
*Jazz music is believed to stimulate the production of endorphins, like exercise.
...so why do I feel sad and alone?
Comments
-
It is so aggravatingly hard to follow your thoughts...and I am so jealous of your ability...I adore this poem, it is so much different than other work and so very strange in comforting ways...I love the line
(silly images of crushed spiders and gleaming cutlery)
and
recycled photographs,
a light parade of binary code,
become
revelations of obsessions
(briefly the girl with the mascara
but more often yourself.)
You are spectacular.
Adding your comment:
