for the many
1 Systole
to return to
the simplicity
of the body
that is the body
filigree surface
of hairs
of skin
the mottled where
the vein trace there
precludes entrance of
major sort though
absorptions
always claim
final victory
*
we are
dear
naked
before me
absorbed ourselves
absolution resolute
in threads fraying
these (whose are?)
these fingers splayed
as in these (whose?)
scratches
you leave
my back
teeth marks
the bruises
we are each
weeding cell
by cell
of swollen need
frighten
but
do not stop us
the unappeasable
silver scar-and-tell
show the
swelling
space that
(spills)
is around
bodies
that they can
be all things
from
nails to
teeth
a wreath
ammonia bone
lace
delight
the rounded
space
the trace
our constrained
embrace prays to be
O pray the bed
may hold the
weighted curve
the emboldened
release strained out
from the
out-rubbed O
O all
that excretions
exude
presuming breath
*
*
*
2 Diastole
exhume the
bellows such are
the breasts shells
beneath each our
own which come to
us ancestrally
as spectral
steam near
panes upon
which
promiscuous
sheer
admit all
entrance what
passes through
you dear
naked
before me
and an equally
naked
me
unframed upon
once-time of
exodic
morphic wander
geography's the
more simpler made by tongue
buds
taste the
finger
all things that
grasp sublingually
the sucking smile
lips bent forward
into each the
tongue the pearl
turned round
and round
the dark
chamber of
the mouth
the lung petal
florets there
their little
mouths too
gulp/gape
also wet
seeking too
the pearl
heart drum
skin stretch
(systole) you
hum me I hum
you (diastole)
the near panes
O
open
here
*
we pour in
air
the street
below from
where were
we once mutual
liquidity
now
turned out
out wrung
surpassing
bodies
denatured of
but not at all to belabor the obvious
but not at all to argue the
point finally taken over at
last tremblingly overtaken
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