why don’t you open me up & sip from my heart
then glance towards your landscape
and pull it towards you with an umbilical cord
stolen from one of my countless holes, gaps in me
why don’t you open the sun up & let it breathe
just the way my pancreas pumps, sinking in
and spitting up
little shards of glass you wedged inside
gathered from tree-babies, lifted from the sky
the world’s so green but you would rather separate
my thighs
see the realm that grows in my body
give the fauna a wet kiss & sip the gore stringing
from the core of it, pure poreless skin
i tell you what to do but i really just want you
to want me the way naïve terrain curls around life
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 3:23 PM UTC
why don’t you open me up & sip from my heart
then glance towards your landscape
and pull it towards you with an umbilical cord
stolen from one of my countless holes, gaps in me
why don’t you open the sun up & let it breathe
just the way my pancreas pumps, sinking in
and spitting up
little shards of glass you wedged inside
gathered from tree-babies, lifted from the sky
the world’s so green but you would rather separate
my thighs
see the realm that grows in my body
give the fauna a wet kiss & sip the gore stringing
from the core of it, pure poreless skin
i tell you what to do but i really just want you
to want me the way naïve terrain curls around life
