a nexus of nerve-endings,–
a never-ending, + ceasing-too-soon
display of our skin’s ec/static circuitry ::
your limbs, illumined, plug into mine.
[i’ve never known these nodes to glow so bright.]
im/pulses flash in energ/etic hues
as my wires entangle [+ enter] you.
“we’re inversions of one another.” | another one of those revisions where
difference is reduced to metaphor
i fell to your feet in a clashing avalanche.
my body, a boulder, blasted into shards.
the sound of dynamite delighted you.
when i crashed into your quarry,
i made sure my ruins boomed.
we lay in animal calm,
rocked by the chalk-soft valley.
bodies and boulders;
skin and stone.
a sharp laugh cracked across the cliffs;
(peals sang back from the chasm’s
the sunset blushed,
and broke our idleness.
I clocked in
and the cogs began to turn.
A slippery fish, I was slid
along a grey conveyer belt:
to a throng
of wet and glittering forms.
skinned me of my chlorine uniform;
inspected by hungry, eel-like tongues.
until each shift is done.
bright shocks of toothsome sun
turn, in time,
to downy clocks, by breaths of air unspun
in the beginning
was the word.
a mute note:
it ascended the throat
(that choked-up aisle)
to the mouth, baptised
in a pulpit of spit and enamel.
syllables strained at the pews of the teeth,–
congregating in phrases and aching to speak.
the tongue is an altar.
it alters my sermon-song.
my words dissolve
before i have begun
i bloom through this cerebral fruit,–
delicious; ripe; alive
A gullet or a guillotine?
Was I nestled, lulled, in a crooning throat
or snared by the blades of a beak?
Perched near my ear
a caw, a cry,
a croak which splutters
coarse and gravel-dry:
‘Perhaps it was both, my dear.’
In epidermal dreams I still condone
the rummage; the ravage;
the scimitar-split of my trunk so wide,–
Wide as an avian eye.
It pecks past my bones like an off-white xylophone,
plucking my entrails like strings.