bliss station ~ poetry

body work

to remember dousing a mosquito

buzz the finger behind the neck

of night with a little shake oiling

dear nightmares / is to prophecy

tomorrow impaled in dawnlight

the finger will inherit commandment

wag meaning / turn petiole to all

the body a flesh leaf fluttering in

the wind of leaving concrete stems

of otherwise / to remember rousing

a backwater recollection now guilted

in semen / feel a tinge warm the elbow

pit in a desire to be trapped again

with sweet sunny skin / is to prophecy

tomorrow the finger will shrivel into

fist & the apocalypse clenched inside

smells of nail polish / feels of fine hair

weeding out the skeleton / but also know

beyond memories & shadows the finger

will purple slightly jammed in a doorway

slightly cut while chopping beans slightly

burn in a candle dare / slightly touch parts

of bodies that make love

but also shape exit wounds

~Ajay
27/5/2020