short poem...
short but weird.
1029
Small puffs syncopate against
dotted window sills painted shut.
Sphere tumbled alignments emerge
in watery worlds suspension in mist.
This tremble vibrate, my favorite moment.
Treble clefs flipped on their g spot staff
paper rolled and reclaimed for the purpose
of art. Are you still maintaining a ledger of
allegations transposed and breathlessly attached?
Well, attack me with your lips, with words or
the kissing, the tongue lapping of intelligence
slow handclap and melodramatic, impressed
on my neck. Step back, raised thumb for alignment
I’ve stolen verses before, lifted whole consciousness
tore through inhibitions, burnt trust into veins and,
when we were mainlining or we lifted caressed in shifts
rubbed against heat, ripped off our jeans, remember
we were still miles away.
1029
Small puffs syncopate against
dotted window sills painted shut.
Sphere tumbled alignments emerge
in watery worlds suspension in mist.
This tremble vibrate, my favorite moment.
Treble clefs flipped on their g spot staff
paper rolled and reclaimed for the purpose
of art. Are you still maintaining a ledger of
allegations transposed and breathlessly attached?
Well, attack me with your lips, with words or
the kissing, the tongue lapping of intelligence
slow handclap and melodramatic, impressed
on my neck. Step back, raised thumb for alignment
I’ve stolen verses before, lifted whole consciousness
tore through inhibitions, burnt trust into veins and,
when we were mainlining or we lifted caressed in shifts
rubbed against heat, ripped off our jeans, remember
we were still miles away.