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acknowledging her

he wants her
there are witnesses that know this
they’re tucked deep in the stacks of
old worn pages
pages that describe ritual and practice
it is known in the dust between these volumes
pressed tight perfuming the air
he wants her when not wanting her
he wants her when he’s walking the pavement and defying the weather
sometimes he see her lip shape in the lips of another
far away
on tv
or on the cover of a magazine
it is these blinking lines that mark his mind
bringing her totem face into view
before there is light
and he is still
she is there
against him
his body a large uppercase L
her’s a smaller version of the same
sometimes longer so he can feel her heels against his shins
sometimes curled in an impossible fetal ball
still fitting
here out on the walkways
traveled by the blind and deaf
he wants her
before the last light has left he puts his hand
between her breasts
and allows that rhythm to sway him
to keep him
even now she appears
pressing each digit
to that divine declaration
of want
and excess
on his lap
warmth for sleeping giants
behind him
with iced breath for sore shoulders
he wants the one that visited him in utero
the energies never lie
they may distract
but never lie
so very often she’s come
faces changed yet
always the same
feeling
thats how he knows her everytime
always standing so tall
ready for each lesson new and attached
to the lash she wields
he still reacts to the infinite softness of her
and her lash
right now she will write her name
in broad looping backward slashing strokes
and he will want her more
using the oldest language
this is for them alone to communicate
he will tell her the tale of the sundial
and the serpent
til the end of his days
it is the story
of immeasurable movement
the imperceivable motion
the lightning fast assumption
the hunt and capture
that is lust and want
turned full
and minimized into
script in sand
dot dot dash
and ons and offs
the language must be older
and broader
for now this secret
unrevealed by these words
will stay hidden
between the wondrous seamless bricks
of hydrogen and oxygen splashing his face

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Comments

  • MissKristy
    MissKristyover 6 years ago

    absolutely love this.

  • Ushna Sardar
    Ushna Sardarover 6 years ago

    fabulous!

  • thanks nice to meet you

    – marston hall

  • ufosIsee
    ufosIseeover 5 years ago

    It was a very well written poem.. The picture quite clear, and I enjoyed it.. Well done.

  • sheenapetit-fre
    sheenapetit-freabout 4 years ago

    I heard this in a whisper, it was beautiful and i feel like you made love to this poem, thank you for sharing

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