Lips brush
across the pallet
flushed,
nettles prickle under flesh,
nerves jingle against rougher sex:
A paralytic nightmare of a sheet floating feet_
scratched eyes red and bleary, crimson tears
at lacerations, knotted flesh cessation.
Obliquely stumbling tilt-a-whirl.
The groping hands - fingers unfurl -
callouses scour roughen smooth
causing static to jump through the room.
Agape, mouth droop,
stigmata stubble
dripping to the floor to bubble
in the cauldron full of heat
bellied butterflies ripped off wings
flip flopping in the mucky floor
stuck together foreverm, never more
YOU ARE READING
She, Infinity
PoetryI mean to place sight within the constraints of sound and drive it into the bed rock, the foundation of feeling, literally rather than metaphorically.
