A moment's acquaintance with the scintilla convenes as a gallant trail blaze through a dilation of the universe.
A dismantling into compulsion and magnetics.

Ultimately, language will be replaced by subtleties.
The amplified magnitude of your true essence commingling amidst another's - unbounded and effortless.
Parallel perspectives - instinctive and raw
Each quark and quirk facing the void
Evoking recognition of confidence wrought amidst the entwined advent of your ability to manifest emergent and fresh.
Hewn vibrationally in the full spectrum of presence,  we lightly upon wave form.

Before mere precepts of the sweat eluding your pore against my form
Before the head nestled into muffled coo edging into my clavicle
Before DNA coalesced into synapse erupting the lattice of your brain

In sandalwood grove
I learned the echo of water to your form
My hands cupping clay-stained water
And smearing the settling sediments
About your prone frame

I kissed resin from between your knees
And beckoned hippo’s bray in dusks heat
Tangerine rinds cusp dipped dew between
Your collar and my own
As I newly learned the friction of water about my body
Sinking headily into tones of each other’s woods

The trees thrashed in concurrent wind
Bolstering a growing hum
Akin to mine own

I posit the bliss of my form to your own
Rendering novelty without pretension
Pressed between tongue and mouth roof prone
I divulge eloquence to uncertainty of evoked tension
Urging understanding of the necessity of patience
As moments of bliss are built on anticipation
Unearthing potent pith and fragrance
Encouraging transcendent stimulation
As we become more than mere acquaintance
Effulging  pollinate conveyance
Lingering in pools of succulent temptation
Seeking negation of complacence
I proffer thusly this bequest
To quell your soul and mind upon my chest

Silent tokens passed between us
Rondures to fill the hand
When our own could not

Encouragement  inked into flesh
Pungent crisp orange oil mist
Inoculating heady aroma to memory

We both devoured them
The juice running down your face
Was my own

I wish to show you the sun you’ve introduced my bones
Your spectral class hums convective plasmoid origin
Conducting soft rays as symphonies through my form
Articulating blood cell’s lattice prismatic
Alighting from within each facet integral
Of kaleidoscopic ebullience

Hollowed echo of blue-tongued screen
Blushing grin behooving trance
Transcendental cusp of ponderings
Lingering in collaborative sweat-knit
And swollen dendritic emanations

Jazz echoes about the rondures of the cavern
The surface air pulses past cool, as my blood warms
I’m being led by a curious young man I’ve been writing
The bevy of picture-postcards enchanting my whims

I pad barefoot into a waterfall basin
Lit only by the muted tangerine rind of gas lamp,
shedding garment and silhouette to wet rock,
his breath amplifies across my form, as wet ink soaking into page
swimming in a restless descent, and forgotten edges

his fingers sprawl as ferns about my form in a glen,
tucking about my frame, and
dipping me comfortably further into the mud
he’s pressing my form into the pulp of the cave
scrawling ephemeral post-cards with my frame

I’ll drift into waters warmth,
pretend it is same heat as your hands
then, crank up the heat
and scald my flesh into the same burning regret

I’ve yet to know a simple “hello”
Each exhale coalesces into a vast universe potentially forming
Myself, and the other dissipate

Persevering as comet to your orbit
Your friction renderings shorn my form
Shedding shards of myself as I burn

I fold in on myself
Like the wadded origami designs I could never fold quite right
Layer upon intricate layer, receding
Into a crumpled relic sheathed in dust patina
Taking up space, a relic to my past

I surrender to your guiding hands
As you carefully unfold and gently press my form
Unfolding myself to you
The desire for new edges
Shapes us –
Convening at the crux
Our vertices press into transformations
And I fold into you, unfurling concurrently.

We echo the chaos portrait,
a dictum of quantum entanglement
Pervading into the breadth of dynamic space
Fingers and hard planes
Lips stained with stardust,
Of where our vertices convene

You pelted my stagnancy,
As gravid cloud to stone
In decrees of chaos
You rendered me to sand
And we formed breadths of creek bed
And waded amidst the other stagnant stones
Rendering them to new potential

We sat together, dew seeping into our pants

      Or rather, I did, with my cellphone, at a boundless distance from you

Waiting for each other to indulge in the known conversation we were to have

      Or rather, I was, and I’d finished the conversation already in my head

The constellations conceded as gilded witness

      Or rather, it was streetlights

As I delved into uncertainty

You suffuse my mastered ornate filigree
Ebbing the flux I have transfixed upon my cage
Constructed in despair, I’ve grown tired of my thoughts
Mind in lattice lain weak, of tainted wrought configurations
Conceding to effulgent creation from destruction
I pry from within, as you from without

“Swallowing Pearls and Lace”
“How can I get you to go down on me,”
he asked, without preamble.
His voice, nervous,
laced with strength
hums through her form,
summoning
a tatting of ***.

I moved my entire form
Across the room
Pushing his solar plexus
With index finger
The wingback chair collecting
His form – assuaging my intent.

Retreating nine steps
To gather
my acumen in dripping my clothes off
Adroit pivot
portent gaze
locked
exteroception - engaged

His exhale
executed succinctly in shallow lung
puckered alveoli –
Clenched -
resonates as my own.

Pearls scooped catatonic
atop lingering breast ascension - alone
Remain –
Summoning brine.

I taste his pulse
Derma puckering sweat
Redolent vapor
Knotting between each pore – skin taut
declaring his need.

Fingers supporting my upper weight
I glide - crawling
pressing half inch spurs into the carpet

Lackadaisical dactyl dance
Seizes
muscle calf to thigh
Invoking listless leg drape

Pausing
Warm breath – rendered
Upon knee cap parallel
Framing shoulders

Engorging - in aching silence
Pulse thick, wrought in shaft

Kneeling
Primed
Proud

I flick the button
From slit fabric recess
Cupping palms under thigh,
rendering garment to puddle

half-in – half-out
whole
chthonic shaft to palette

Sliding exhale
to mound
lax jaw
focus
His iris entreats -
narrowed corneal withdrawal

Oblong lip array surrounds
Supping the creamy, coppery,
Smoky, saline

Latent dribble invokes my tongue
Furl about lip cusp
Absorbing globule
Into slaked smile.

An echo of slants
A frozen stretch
Humming terra ensconces - you
Forlorn
Ever-crooked
A never-stagnant aeriform environ
Tugging and vibrating through root
Hairs furling densely about and
Through
Dirt clods

I know all the notes of your voice,
All of the muscled tones and shifts
Which compose the ballads of your
Invocations of my form – both near
And through device.

I know
All the strength, flex, and power
Of your heart, and the way
Your being charges the space
Around
I know the chords
Plucked within me, and my breath
Caught taut on hearts pause that
Vacillates summoning plunges
And a vast heave
Of the fleshed lung.

My transient echo
Seething with energy some
Or none or any at all
Except the one
Quanta that renders
Me real and
Not.

Thousands of blooms
Pocked their bulbs, and
Leased heady perfumes into the vast sky

Purifying, and clinging amidst
The vapor of dawn

Saccahrine effusion descended
In co-mingled currents

Wafting in gentle benefaction
At your subtle passing

You could no longer afford
Your resting place
Liberation enveloped your form,
And you padded amidst
The perfume
Cloud stepping upon
Cloud

You’ve discovered that the forces of gravity are enormous
But to explain why they are not, physicists needed a new theory
A new vision of the atom
Constant overlapping and splitting through time
Transactional existence
What might have been an abstraction
Remains a perpetual possibility

We mistrust everything
Now - I understand
In that time

There is no fear
No indrawn breath

Only clarity
And the result of actions

Mind is without borders
Skin is no defense against a
Breath’s space

Film developer cacophonies, and journalistic hoarding
My friends wanted to record our last year –
Accurately – not succinctly
Abstractly – and yet, directly, bluntly
Vividly – in photography, quote notebooks, Dictaphone diatribes

That’s hilarious – scribble it down.
Can you repeat your brilliance?
If you could paraphrase that – well…what would you say?
Take another one. She wasn’t smiling.

I don’t want to smile.

My friend sidles up beside me – beaming grin
Sticking her fingers into my mouth
Pulling opposite and up
And her fingers tasted like
The musty pages of books without pictures.

He wraps his legs about the tree branches
Clinging calf ‘neath trunk split – **** above
Other foot braced gainst another split
Back primed –
Finger adroit – hovers – collecting binary blips
Bead hoarding collars
01-
Flamingo flanked yards, floats, eyewear
01-
Men flash their *******
01-
01-
Bead imprints slamming ****** wounds into existence
01-
Scrambling to hoard plastic objects proudly
01-
For five seconds.

Island in gathered
Lavender sheets
Lilliputian dregs congeal
- Missed shots in the dark

Slack-mouth “no”
Echoes in peeling paint

Globules of restrained ***
Hollow my form

I touch my own lips
Not consenting to their last
Tryst.

Marlboro reds cling to
Salivary memory
Turning in my tongue –
Tucked along the
Cusp of my teeth

Pressing
Trying to expel the taste
I spit

Flecks spatter amidst
His-release…

Bowed smirk
Arches and looses
Into redolent heart

Your rogue smile
Stained my blouse
Lilting membrane into dye
Shallow pools rendered deep
Inundated

And thusly, mottled heart sank
Drawing lung chords in
Evinced exhale

His mate snapped a picture.

I posit
He had turned up evidence
For kind sight.
As the young child curled
Index and ******* into
The Cupped hand of
Slack-jawed wanderer;
Whispering
“The coffin is to remind them of their last end.”

He was astonished
To find the monks never
Spoke, rising at two,
and slept
in their coffins.

How bracing the air was
Down there.
I speculate
He had turned up
Evidence for
Kind sight.

We live from eight inches
Of top soil –
Containing  
Earthworms,
Bacteria,
Fungi.
Lillipution lingerings
Cling  
Within the gentle folds
Of carrot contorting beneath, with
probing tree roots.
As above –
Grasshopper carapace – hemolymph drunk  
Probing dew-imbibed grass blade.

Life goes on,
Rhythmically and quietly
Pulsating
With the warmth of hugs
Humming  - chest against chest.

In their coffins
I muse – they listen to the pulsing chamber
Echoing –
Breath drunk  - on inhale
Resonating about and within
Wooden niche.

A barrier built between
Ourselves and
The principle of darkness.
The letters
in which we write about the aphotic night
sky need not be black.

“How can I get you to go down on me,”
he asked, without preamble.
His voice, nervous,
laced with strength
hums through her form,
summoning
a tatting of ***.

She moves her entire form
Across the room
pushing solar plexus
With index finger
The wingback chair collecting
His form – assuaging her intent.

Retreating nine steps
To gather
Her acumen in dripping her clothes off
Adroit pivot
portent gaze
locked
exteroception - engaged

His exhale
executed succinctly in shallow lung
puckered alveoli - clenched
resonates as her own.

Pearls scooped catatonic
atop lingering breast ascension - alone
Remain –
Summoning brine.

She tastes his pulse
Derma puckering sweat globules
Redolent aeriform vapor corpuscles
declaring his need.

Fingers supporting her upper weight
she glides - crawling
pressing half inch spurs into the carpet

Lackadaisical dactyl dance
Seizes
muscle calf to thigh
Invoking listless leg drape

Pausing
Warm breath – rendered
Upon knee cap parallel
Framing shoulders

Engorging - in aching silence
Pulse thick, wrought in shaft

Kneeling
Primed
Proud

She flicks the button
From slit fabric recess
Cupping palms under thigh,
She renders garment to puddle

half-in – half-out
whole
chthonic shaft to palette

Sliding exhale
to mound
lax jaw
focus
Iris entreats -
narrowed corneal withdrawal

Oblong lip array surrounds
Supping the creamy, coppery,
Smoky, saline inoculation.

Latent dribble invokes tongue
Furl about lip cusp
Absorbing globule
Into slaked smile.

In this way the dross is removed
No one knows yet exactly what they are
This does not mean
that certain human kinds are real
while others are not.
The world I am talking about
has been created
to reflect
each person’s deepest image
of themselves.

One spring morning three years ago,
sensing that his sight had been restored,
he emerged into the light of day.

Collective heart
Aspirations lifted
Absolute focus
History beckons
Emotional spectacle
Capture supremacy
Winter will not be a burden
But a curtain raised by spirit

Popular
Radio, TV, and Internet
Rap
Recordings of
Religious
Responding’s to
Right and left hemispheres of brain with
Rituals of
Rock and roll.
Myths regarding
The role of
Silence and the
Western classical
World.

His arm’s with anger
and suddenly bending to the child’s face he shouted:
“People don’t think caterpillars are a different species from the moths they become.”

The four vocabularies of obscenity vomited
in a silence.
He was identified.
A silence that merely emphasized
the hideousness of that which interrupted it.

All the elation of anger and hatred,
all the distracting excitement,
died away, and -
he was left with nothing
but the naked,
negative experience
of revulsion.

They may have gained
a deeper sense of what is
relative
and
what is universal;
aware,
of what may be global themes
while also having discerned
what could only be produced
in one particular language.

If human-kind perceptions are
always under revision,
responding to our shifting circumstances –
with ever-changing answer to
ever-changing questions - posed
by life –
then they won’t be permanent.

Admiring the dexterity
With which their host directed
Conversation.
She found herself – Asking
What about the mind
Makes us see these human kinds
And believe in them,
And fight about them.
Then previous,
lesser knowledge disappears.

We miss key exchanges,
In nearly every exchange.
Each time we recover some of the missing meaning,
It only serves – to
Destroy
A dearly held perception
of the world – increasing our loss.

It is responsible
for constant movement coordination,
maintaining a continuous,
cumulative picture
of body position
in space
storing movement memory.
But if the mind makes categories
to answer
needs of moment,
then we should not
be surprised
that those categories can be cancelled.
Dense and opaque, and
transformed - into
clarity that we recognize
the substance of glass
only by the introduction of heat.

Sitting – well, slouching
Parochial ticky-tacky chair distorting sprawled alignment
How does a piece of paper weigh so much?
How do I extrude a greater weight from it into another page?

Fumbling with knotted headphones
My eyes drop into the inked Times New Roman
The page intones my fumbling succinctly, “I try to find something, anything.”
What boyscout, boatsmen, or climber crawled in my bag and tied this interminable knot?
My eyes turn to the knot -
Still fumbling with the toner’s entombed dance

I grew up in this slouch, in this tangle, thinking in Times New Roman
Etching knowledge into or from 8 x 12 reams
Does the paper weight I feel in the paper’s request equate to the weight of a neural connection ascertaining chemical knots?

Who needs
An infatuation
drumming their fingers
down your spine

when you can have
your own heart
escalating in innate rhythms
tympanic arrays
wrought from adventure

I love singular word responses -
they are like the blight that pushes
us further apart

In touchless departures
heart mottled by one-word bullets-
no need to bandage yet - more
wounds are to be incurred

Catatonic fusion with bathroom tile
vapor patina about my lattice
neophyte - les enfants - lain there
my fingers dipped beneath ribs
diaphragm compressed - ***** tatting saliva
I firmly grasp the seam-ripper and unspool
aortic tissue
extracting one thread at a time
tying the fist in a knot
releasing kinetic ****** each time
I attempt
enigmatic repair

Forest of skin
no longer will I trace your topography

The petrichor
- gone -
exiled from capsuled prison

Your face lain peaceful beside me
Indifference will grow
cored apple - shriveled
Hopefully fertile for another

Silence and stranger
Two existences
Will again
Possess between one another
relationship - destruit - redefined
compost ready cores

Who's he?
That man, in your arms?

He's the one I carried my bones to
- built a home with - well, treehouse
- planted a garden with - well, set a potted ficus
- concocted a life with - actually, just over five minutes

I calculated his facets from afar, and this stranger could only fit a childhood story. Moving on.

Draped in fresh-knitted pearls
we traipsed
into saccharine peach orchard

The summer heat loped about our dew-kissed ******
****** - appropriated from dawn spent on neatly shorn plantation grass

Ambling into the knotted palatial arbor
we sat each in our own tree crux
behinds nestled upon ashen bark

Juice dripping in our grip
down our cast nets of flesh
sprawled about the branches
inset with gravity-defying liquescent orbs
dusted in translucent mink
painted with smears of
citrine, coral, amber, and ichorous
clinging to brass stem

The rondures secede to mandible
taut between palms pull and polished ivories
- torn-

Fluent in dulcet discourse
We cloak ourselves in provocative juice tatting
Until such time that our congealing garments
were found mapping the bark's topography
A saccharine map to the breath of soil

Bloodstone ants found our map
and had begun traversing - portent
to seize our treasure

We surrendered our jewelled cages
and took flight
to the sun-drunken lake to bathe
and swim
until heavy lids kissed moistly
heavily supped on the draught
sleep - beckoned transience

I see you as a burst of ocean mist
******
Into a nestled and worn monument.
Breathing over a humming terra nova
slowly etching away the noveau stone

You are the water tipping
about the crystals
of lone rock husk
freezing and seizing at precise locus

Then expanding about the form
Edging it to molecular capacity
before it heaves heavily - wedging

A simple puzzle lain right beside its obvious match.
The edges might be roughened
but you can tell they belong
They lay there beside one another
echoing curve and angle
of that which they once clung crystallized

Now they lay beside one another
braving the same storms - and shifts of land
but having different drops of rain fall
about their own dynamic crystallization
and different animals walking over them
and different blades of grass clinging densely
in the padded earth beneath them
brushing

Sometimes bridged together
by an animal astride the two
they are together once more
Over time they burnish into fragments
and dance about the creek beds
and about the base of grass beds
and again - though maybe temporarily,
are together again

His eyes blindfolded by sleep, he densely gropes about grabbing my hand between both
of his.
Enclosing mine own between his Faberge egg of callouses and scars.
He holds my hand as if made of porcelain between his blonde-tufted, chiseled pectorals.
The tufts shift beneath the weight of our hands with each heave of mellifluous breath, silhouetted by pthalo blue lights from the electronic tomes casting their oceanic net about the room.
Chronographs edge further into their rotation, and his tides of breath bear the gentle weight of his hands more heavily about mine.
A dulling crash of sleep furls about my hand - starting at the top and settling somewhere between the tufts.
I begin to wonder if the heartbeat I feel in my hand is his or mine.
As I begin to drift back to sleep with disregard to whether or not I will wake with a functioning hand; a yawn encompasses his form pulling the Faberge egg apart, and shocking a syncopated known trumming through my hand.
A smile washes over both of our faces; in blindfolded sleep for him, and me with an interest in illumination within his maniform Fabrege clasp.

I kissed you with your eyes closed for the first time yesterday
You are not one to kiss with your eyes closed - even when we are in darkness and eyesight becomes a temporary superfluous sense
It was in the shower
You were sitting in there until the hot water ran no more about your frame
I tipped my head to yours and we dipped further into the stream of water - catching breaths only as the droplets formed a redirected stream on the planes of our cheek bones.

In the divet between mountains
Resides a wooden cabin – ostensibly an amalgamation of the scape
Adroitly - I - quondam female warrior flit
Down massive (ancient) hand-laid, hand-cut carved stone steps
Bounding from contingent step onto the dense pad of turned soil
Tacit compliance between gravity and soil holds footprints bound
A compressed deflating crescendo as pace ignites with bounds

Cadences of protuberant wildflowers and grasses erupt from swollen terra
A winsome chromatic menagerie, dispersed in ecstatic fistfuls
A venerably ancient ritual

My nascent clandestine vocation
Personally meted out - a beatification for my provisional sanctuary

Along glacier-fed stream
Lissome fingers shadow inert stalks –plucking dormant beginnings from their desiccated ligaments

I am austere and unadorned save for a festoon of pyrite flecks trailing my semblance
Residual gilding from my ante-meridian swim taken after requisite gathering of wild blackberries, goose berries, and rhubarb along oft-tamped path

The sun, nestling into its requisite apex endorsed my completion
I reclined into the hassock of soil, feeling the elements settle about with an embossment of my form
Imposing verdure arched subtly as compressed soil beckoned hyperbolic flux

As I lay within the basilica of opulent living columns replete with comestible bounty
Lingering dew honed inflections of sacrosanct petrichor in unison with piquant clover
Wild purple clover buds saccharinely tinted and inundated nestled nerves in mine cribriform plate

Birds pitched and galloped through the frond tips and beyond in the lapis expanse
Frequently snatching damselfly’s and assemblages of midges from their ephemeral drift

Auspicious rays transcended stippled diaphanous gravid clouds
Light inundated ether entered humbly into the cathedral oculus
Pyrite speckled terrain beneath, and my bare gilded form above
Cast a refracted aura about my sanctuary

Precipitously the elusive vaporous embankment distended further
Ashen atmospheric correspondence inaugurated liquescent sustenance to my mountain abode

And I -
Lingered beneath the descending gobbets, curls furled in a puddle
Fresh topsoil cupping my corporal topographic contours
Pressing blackberries into my mouth between smiles

We watched the sun fall down and scrape its knee again, across the horizon.
Effusing amaranth, carmine, and cochineal across polluted vista.
It felt petty to issue guttural laughs, or engage the myofacial crescents beneath its visual lament as the Earth turned its back again.

We watched the sun rise, bruised, tender and shy this morning.
Its muddled contusion obviated by the gauze of fog.
A mottled neophyte -
Luminescent crepuscular rays defied dregs of interstellar debris and cloud.
Aching to kiss your skin -
In stellar cloud nursery, it eschewed the torque of orbit and gravity - eras before verity of your essence.
Humbly settling concentrically about oblate sphere, and gaseous tome.
Latterly - It altered the atmospheric pressure on the other side of the planet a week antecedently, as you clung to your dream lattice, and Earth innately turned oblate nucleus.
Its intent –
A veneration of you.
It bade the atmosphere convey a breeze echoing about your dermis, as it gilded your frame laconically, betwixt shaded steps beneath cloud and arbor.

The sun yelled at me at its pinnacle today,
Pallid bone – molten - miasma of rage
Its core missive garnered inertia – coronal plasma warping ellipsoid factions in inflections of elusive filigree
Pirouetting spicules spattered smelted torrents in the dismal anchorite
Atomic schism – silent but felt
It stoked humidity under shadowed niche - casual vaporous smears evinced no clemency.
Flesh torqued, and seized beneath itself, briny globules shed from puckered pore.
Culminations of sensitive fluid sacs scorched into the shallows of my chassis.
Insignia knit in cellular shrapnel

The sun ignored me today – or perhaps, it was I it.
Enigmatic tenacious resolution – an echo of its gravitational collapse
Inverse thermonuclear fusion
It is not fear in a relationship that keeps you apart, it is neglect of the infinitesimal.

grit sand conglomerate binds
friction holding - heel steady
tottering
navy lace snags
upon brick dipped in night
save for - street lamps poignantly
establishing form to
lips seeking
to traverse the topography of your structure
tongue craving - salivary essence about mine

my curls remember being dragged
across,
- then –
pressed firmly against the brick
snagging
on vertical groove and red clay
your pelvic bone
ground deep – pressurized
into dust against my own

Serotonin, oxytocin fuse
Blown -  
Neural patina – thick
Pompeii to Vesuvius
Diffuse
Carbon filament lattice
Clings - to
ancient couple
cuddling
in ashen grave

Compressed densely

Perchance time will compress this grit
creating friction under sole.