algo/rhythm

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.

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in the beginning

was the word.

 

a mute note:

void; unheard.

 

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

 

Raptor | Rapture

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

its carrion-kiss:

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.