twirling, twisting,
i take the sun as mine.
you want, while i love,
it’s our everflowing time.
lay me, bare chested,
open underneath your fan.
sickly sign of youth-
never wipe it from our hands.

Tidal wave of information,
My fate is just your gossip.
First love, first touch,
You ask me how I lost it.

I confess of nights of water
Flowing up above red eyes.
These secrets are not yours to share,
My bellies up, my pride

Put on a plate for you to dissect
With leather, rubber, fire.
Your brow will crack in two tonight,
My flesh is burning; I tire.

I would lay down next to you,
But the earth would crumble out.
I’d fall past him, towards old feelings;
Beneath your crumpled,
Furrowed
Brow.

Take me apart, body boy,
Hold me, dangling, from the climb.
Your hands have cast a spell on me,
The movements hit bullseye.

I waited many summers
For my body boy to dive,
But the cord was wrapped around him-
How he had to kick to survive.

The waves below us called to me,
But my body boy decried,
‘How can I jump from where I’m from,
When I never learnt to cry?’

One day the cord turned rotten,
And I knew it was our time,
So, my body boy let go of me,
But he never jumped behind.

plucking and pulling,
gouge out the jelly.
many hands have scraped my skin:
the soft base of my belly.
teasing and testing,
wrench apart my brain,
i carry the abrasions-
this invisible, ever-spreading stain.