He's a boy who knows his body
and loves his body
and shares his body
with all the raw insides.
Humanity folded in lightweight-
sturdy bones and supple joints
that bend under heated gazes.
He's prone to say yes.
Whatever it means.
For me, I would taste
and savor each bite of the body
that buckles under warmth
and cut into the bones.
Then, after his yes, I would open
the rest of him.
Unfolding humanity,
mistakes and bewilderment,
the bitter, sour sinew of him-
the boy entirely mine.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
I.
Sunning beside a sheer cliffside
Upon monuments of sediment baked in cooling salts
a liquid caress
Bitter winds eddy the pulsing surface which
breaks to rake smoothly a tide from the steaming sand
In swallowing beat a swollen retreat again
through the depthless sea
Bubbling secrets that rise into foam
II.
The bodies beneath the still water
Sweep through brown clouds that,
In their opacity, and among the weeds,
Curling, beckoning, uncurling
allow their scales to catch light
And with one rare eye, penetrating
I am seen, waiting
III.
I followed the stars into your home
and thought to see, keep
what treasures I touched
in their abundance, you wouldn’t miss one
if you noticed I had been there.
But, you always saw me and gifted me
life, at once, and death to life before
and to know your place in heaven
is to eternally wish
to wet my feet in your waters
IV.
I want you to bury me.
From my tongue,
taste conquest.
I will be still
except to clench my fist
and fill my palm with you.
The noise at the back of my throat-
Don’t stop.
Bury me.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC