Blog Seven.

haha.. long time no midnight ramble, tide yourself over with bad poetry, but i am indeed back.


geography

I am a tactile learner,
and I desire to learn your body like once I desired
to know mountains and canyons
in my youth:

to run hands over rolling hills and jagged
topography,
full knowing the impossibility,
and thus losing interest in landscape
and geography
desiring now to learn, instead:
smooth buttocks
or protuberant hips surmounted
by pale flesh like cracked ridges
smoothed over by virgin snow
threatening to avalanche
burying hot flesh and quietly beating heart,
in warm,
dizzying

suffocation,

the peaceful acceptance
of a quiet death.






also:






youth


Once, we were young
and threw spears
and followed trails of blood into
thickets where the mystery of death
had been enacted.

Now, we clutch shrieking bodies to our chests,
smothering, strangling
if only to see the blood on our hands
and our faces
feel the noise and the fear
if only to feel something now
the mystery ravaged
by our own collective orgasm
of death.