a mass of meat, a corporeal congregation that jostled & nestled uncomfortably amidst soft wooden pews. remnants of the lives of trees taken by grandfathers, fathers & sons of the bodies that gathered. trees logged, planed & crafted while being inundated with a stream of holy utterances & sacred mutterings. requests of forgiveness, answers to calls of duty, whispers of love & tearful promises of devotion navigated through rows of tombstone teeth to nest on trembling timbres.
knees touched. shy. under coy lashes & the influence of wayward glances they quietly withdrew, in the friendly yet wholly seperate manner that they often do. beads of sweat flecked otherwise immaculate figures/frames that mirrored the idols lining the walls.
still the doors were open.
the lovers spoke & sang their song. as briney globes & worshippers alike gathered with crystalline precision, tensions fell & tickled unclad feet. a veritable sea, pooling upon the floor along with passions, fluids, moist garments, inhibitions, preconceptions & misperceptions about the nature of things, the veil that seperates wanton eyes from the haves & havenots, the holys & the profane, the greeting of lips that replaces the one we always imagined as the epitome of love & the fleeting kiss that yet now flickers & glimmers in the dim reaches of our distant memory.
men speak often of the collision of worlds. with flaming eyes, frothing mouths, swollen tongues & gnashing teeth. blank minds & whitened knuckles bare, pulled so taught the gentle tug of a breeze threatens their grip of flesh on flesh. what lies at the joyful division of these worlds is the unraveling of fortunate minds, the undoing of meek hearts & humble souls.
ae.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
i was content.
save for the absence of a familiar voice, a tell tale trail of words, strewn, scattered. causing to sway & list in their wake the tiny strands in my ears a warm wind billowing a clean sheet winnowed from the bed. wet cloud borne singing its ancient song through branches trunks soiled linens on the line. sliced by a million green blades that leave no mark upon bare feet. feet worn smooth by a thousand caresses a thousand kisses. blessed by gnarled grimy palms/fingers & cracked tear-stained lips.
so instead i clung to my pillow. a poor surrogate. tattered. all lumps & misshapes. a ragged bag of meat & bone that at one time i guess looked like you. & under cold light & the dark that hangs precariously above all of our heads felt like you if i tried hard enough long enough/is enough.
i was content.
my clumsy left hand felt its way through a maze of hardened, dry flesh & found the one thing that seemed yet alive. blood flowed no more through/from the heart instead pooled between these trunks of stone on which once i had planted roots of quartz, crystallized & stood tall. my warmth was all i knew, all i needed. was all. i was content. for who needs more? i came on my stomach. i left it there, but wiped clean my hand. i let the cracks in the cold granite of my temple imbibe/reabsorb the life that lay there til it had turned cool cold coldest & clung to me like moss. creeping even now towards any last bastion of salvation. though so salivous lascious salacious holding it closer than the holy beads on your breast. i slept restlessly. awoke to what i thought was yet a dream dreamed what i thought was yet real...
(bleh)
ae.
save for the absence of a familiar voice, a tell tale trail of words, strewn, scattered. causing to sway & list in their wake the tiny strands in my ears a warm wind billowing a clean sheet winnowed from the bed. wet cloud borne singing its ancient song through branches trunks soiled linens on the line. sliced by a million green blades that leave no mark upon bare feet. feet worn smooth by a thousand caresses a thousand kisses. blessed by gnarled grimy palms/fingers & cracked tear-stained lips.
so instead i clung to my pillow. a poor surrogate. tattered. all lumps & misshapes. a ragged bag of meat & bone that at one time i guess looked like you. & under cold light & the dark that hangs precariously above all of our heads felt like you if i tried hard enough long enough/is enough.
i was content.
my clumsy left hand felt its way through a maze of hardened, dry flesh & found the one thing that seemed yet alive. blood flowed no more through/from the heart instead pooled between these trunks of stone on which once i had planted roots of quartz, crystallized & stood tall. my warmth was all i knew, all i needed. was all. i was content. for who needs more? i came on my stomach. i left it there, but wiped clean my hand. i let the cracks in the cold granite of my temple imbibe/reabsorb the life that lay there til it had turned cool cold coldest & clung to me like moss. creeping even now towards any last bastion of salvation. though so salivous lascious salacious holding it closer than the holy beads on your breast. i slept restlessly. awoke to what i thought was yet a dream dreamed what i thought was yet real...
(bleh)
ae.
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