Her substance cell bewildered,
by break;
for this erotic moment burns her name into the skin.
Fortunate the fleshy brew which accrues
between my finger and my thumb,
but howls like father's grotesque imperialisms.
What makes his mother linger at the door,
broken violence of a thermal nature,
bringing every drop of dew to break
the sun's psychotic fury.
The growth of sinew; the moulding of bony matter,
grass and copulation seize this instantaneous surrender,
making fluids into rock;
and gushing magma into molten mounds of cerebellum.
Some would say, "keep
gravity from falling,
block. Bound and fence;
thwart." Should we shield from a conceived
aggregate,
so that the earth burns fingerprinted
forensic evidence from its database?
Cum & dissonant orgasmic thunders coalesce;
between two bodies
not at rest.
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Construction of a House
PoesiaMy first book of poetry since 2017, a story about a nuclear family with the roles of God, father, mother, and child.
