so she whispered "to soften" and every bone and every drop of blood every flake of skin and all the air in your lungs came undone came spewing out a cosmic ***** the tether of attachment the tether of grasping was no more "to soften" so says the body
following the directions and movement like carving through bedrock making the valleys deeper the canyons more hollow more space to fill and take in resounding echos that do not fade
Undoing and unbecoming Give in and be let go She rises through me Carving her fine nails up my spine Her fingers slither in my veins A rush to my head I choke I cough I shout I sing She caresses my shoulders and patiently works her way down my heart
Nothing ever was So Nothing was ever bound Existing outside of definite Cause And outside of definite Condition We explore the space of phenomenom On the edge of our limits of fear Where consequence is encouraged Play Play Play