The acrid taste is easy to get past
once you accept what will happen
in thirty to forty-five minutes.
Sometimes it feels like chewing on wood,
damp, drying wood,
because this lifeform once fed on decay
but life, the perception of life is its gift.
Sometimes the feelings make one jelly-legged
and anger can tunnel in.
The walls can whistle and hold in time
the movement of people, slow and distorted.
Solitude is my councilor when I
bring the cap to my teeth;
when the night wraps her arms around me.
Light becomes brighter, like halos above my head,
and the wind makes a whisper like
a breath in my ear,
and I laugh.
It is the reconcilation of the soul to the conscious, the
conscious to the consciousness, the rotation
of Earth captured in my motion.
I hold a penitent stance-my hands
clasped in prayer-but I am not
submitting to anyone but myself.
There is no one but me here and
the soft signs of my sleeping soulmate.
I kiss his head and his smell, his hair
becomes more real in this
crossing of the dream world and our own.
I stroke his chest and count the seconds,
loving how the hairs feel like they are
attaching themselves to my nerves.
Solitude beckons as the poison metabolizes;
I must listen to the final message before
the inner voice becomes silent.
Yes, I will listen before the breach closes.
It is not madness, but teaching.
Literature is one of the most interesting and significant expressions of humanity.
I have been
pre-ripe and hard.
Their teeth had to
slice my nectarine flesh,
and when they did,
my blood was their nectar,
sweet, drawing flies.
I’ve been charming you
like a snake, that
wriggling, writhing serpent
with eyes like Greek fire-
exploding, burning, lost.
I’m writhing, wriggling-
yes, my pleasure sounds
so much like pain-
because you have found
me without light, only touch;
only heat and taste.
Do I taste delectable?
When you lick my lips,
I know my pain sounds
so much like pleasure;
you certainly know I’m
just now learning the difference.
You’ve been charming me
because I am a snake.
I am cool, fork-tongued, scaly
and my tongue flicks nicely
against your own.
I will coil around your body and
softly hiss, hiss, kiss.
I am a temptation,
but I am not the Fall of Eden.