Monday, 3 January 2011

endless in both directions

my villi caress your face, learning the soft curves of your cheeks, the bridge of the nose. i introduce my friends, a couple of belligerent stick figures. you seem bored and disengage from my hose station with a yawn, filling out the required forms as you rollercoaster stomach drop into the oblivious void of bliss at our feet, squawking like a wounded gull. the bridge is silent now, as mitochondria dance in the bellies of beasts below, the green, greasy stench rising to dance in my nostrils.

I need to feel endless in both directions. It's personal.

1 comment:

  1. so much for no more love poems !

    keep grip to this
    / happy new year