the burnsweet of cider wildfire over a crowded bar
and the god between us is again awakened
be over and ivy, shade and grow
relax the spine and ovaries
overturn the overwrought
make again placid understanding the occult
scars that inscribe
I desire you
I desire you beyond your body
to exactly your body and where your body meets mine
beyond my body to where my body melts
the chocolate that was kept on the table
melted last week in the morning heat and resettled in the
Alcatraz train horn cool that returns ghosts to
sleep and chocolates
I haven’t forgotten you
I could cut my hair for days and still not outgrow you
you narrowly subtle-bodied marrow
I’m still willingly prisoner
April 22, 2009 at 9:44 pm
You can suck my marrow after I drop the soap. We’ve missed you here at mindflowers, Ryan.