Muse

Arched back to greet a merciless sun
Devoid of some essential and serene joy
Wraithlike and vicious in a devastated sky, revealing the corners of your movement, naked impossibly stretched and streaked with color-
Spread open it will consume the world
Cannot see beyond this rare prostration, this cursing transfiguration invulnerable- baring innumerable abysses, abscesses of intoxicating fury- tongue numb from sucking this breast of withering sight, of glaring cruelty that wrenches my eyes blind with pale distance I cannot swallow
And run over with smokes, pyramids, depths I cannot hope to touch, crossing them with a strange fumbling alacrity, staring their course past blindness-
They have more right to this birth then my grasping fingers ever could, playing at this unearthly schism-
Those harbingers of eternity, surely I will die watching this cathartic singular laugh of the world- it will last a thousand centuries and for one moment
Inhaling the first breath of a new morning- I’ll drown in this hungering blood, this pale metallic sap leaked stony to my broken lips cracked free with the dawn, burnt in this long rising to touch a solemn madness- this dream of skin torn, hot searing, waiting always for eternity to rise and throw me off
Hurled by a bucking of insane dangerous ribs, hips, ageless centuries of burning at the brink of starvation just to catch this collapse with all the grace of carrion
This collision of dreams broke open to purge my loss poisoned with the cries of a vision to hard, too rapid
Emaciated vultures bound in her skin, veins soaring, scoured with rocky poison, dirt edged up into her eye
I cannot move for this leprous being, this milky form washed thick with dull colors
Paralyzed, I am as much a sacrifice to this chaos as the sky above her
Blue pelted down in an immaculate arrival, tumescent shatterings of sound, senses ruined, wasted as the end, now purged, penetrated
I cannot silence the unnamed roar, the ephemeral haze caught up in her palms, her spreading ankles covered in mud
Sightless, numb and flayed spineless for eternity in her breast locked again to my lips and pouring clear water to choke me, another among so many skeletons
Copses bloated with this deluge rushed down my chest, my sputtering mouth so forced on this ripe nipple this burning explosion
Ice surged on an infant belly curving new with each new gush of puerile solipsisms, new frenzies, leaps, destructions-
I would tear my spine and swallow its sap rather than this heavy mire
Baptized in sick burning ichor of white, boiling, bursting forth from desert wilds caught torpid, shooting hard through my throat- blood scattered behind to spell warnings of this great hale goddess of dreams, purity
Body pierced, flat, limp on her hard sweating form so lost in laughing
Eyes swimming mad, fecund, an ancient brutality filmed in orgasmic aftermath, clothed only in raging sun and bitter beauty stained clean-
Glowing strange, cruel, inhuman
Rolling with violent peace, constrained by blue bled down and merged into fresh skin still flooded, sanctified
Musk reeling like steam from her gaping throat in blessed spirals of fuming orange, green, white
A first real glimpse at this all pervading touch, this betrayal and saturation in dreams
Astounded, shocked to breath alive so immersed, so filmed in the storm of her massive breath
Strong in the wake of collapse, exhausted with heat spilled damp from her parted lips
And inundated into eternal hunger- I must swallow my own hands to survive, bitter- raged with memories and forgetting new for new sights, new ages wrought open and colorless in her shining eyes and still only the slick riot, the murky dawn promised in those hips, that miraculous rose that brews its own exquisite poison
Waking in pain and silent songs, addicted to that curing blindness of her wet void
Laughter thrilled up far through fleshless heights
Impossible promised-
Incense exudes her image from rocks, pinnacles, the rarity of my witness and now-
Exhausted, waiting for night to break so I can press my lips to that riled expanse, that perfumed and unbearable stomach stretched wide in rapid convulsions
And bear forth new ruins to clean the world of its wounds, returning sore to find, to suffer her absence and pray for it, watching the sky for signs of her traitorous return
And master the spasming silence she dictates, the call of this sore renewal.