A Coming To In Green Respite

 

She lay wide
awake in the quiet morning's wet wood
covered by his scent
her long pale fawn shape
her crooked legs bend and stretch
night lust lingering in drip
from awakening foliage
mist creeps

her new skin soft and wanting
stout bamboo scripture across
her cloven
white ass
some poet's signature
laments scrawled in pearl verse
joyful hymns too

she traces love
in the riddle's encryption
in the waltz of golden arrow sparks thrown
through the canopy
her naked coiled fern
her swollen lip

a trumpet banners at the mountain edge
his return
in wagered breath
with fresh kill
meat
and blood
to fuck again after breakfast
to discover fire by lunch.

TA

You and Your

 

You and your cuck
laughing with trembling flesh having
a wonderful time, your long twisted
witch's tendons
wandering willy-nilly along my
spinal hem, not him,
his corrupt posture and
fallible dignity, his awkward
virtue, his empress
cachet in pale posture indignant
on cypress knees,
he wishes,
suffering for your attention
your cuck
reaching for a cup of my garment
like a beggar to a passing
priest,
I'm not myself, Father,
his rabid thirst squeezing my throat,
your lips on a slick track encircling
my unsociable right ear
voiceless and wet and
bidding
and disregarding your cuck's
clutch,

But, I feed him anyway
my passive attention
my limp focus
that same deaf ear,
watching in the window's reflection
some lucid theater, alit with searing
torrid temperament a waltz
to old King Solomon's psalms,
Davidic blood hardening like a
pillar of salt,
maybe the accumulation of so much
sin will destroy this city?
you and your cuck
begging for my gluttony
tilting on a carousel of gyral
fantasy, of midnight's flesh,
dizzy
with the task of finding chorus,
falling in and out of love,
crawling and repenting and
a swill of starscapes spinning
out of control,
this is all out of control,
your knee over my shoulder,
shivering whispering poems from
a vault in your black heart,
you and your cuck,
his bittersweet eventuality, his
warm labor, his
Christlike demeanor,
I reach for his smug mulish
passionate
pearl hook
and save his goddamned soul.

TA

Naked Foot Diorama

 

Your halo hung here
our desperate escape
fresh sign of your coming along the trail
black mitten sock
discarded tights melting into my carpet
white lines on the picture frame
my old college buddies smiling loud
thick tufts
a razor blade

your long pale proboscis and
naked foot
laughing in respite
your spread lips
crooked teeth
possessed of the common snake
snarling in repose
quote
we serve the Lord
we who rescue the forlorn Samaritan
and fuck till dawn.

TA

Where I Am

 

In your musk,
in the illusion of your wet stone,
your lonely heart,
in a puddle of your melted jeans
and cheap panties,
in words that fall from
your sun-singed lips
sometimes hard
sometimes soft,
in the melody of your poetry,
in the sad refrain,
in your warm bath water,
in your window framed
in streetlight
in pliable black and white
curvature,
your amaranthine appetite,
in the way you describe
what you need
in the way you want
happiness,
your guilt,
your regret,
in the black copse
where the wild things crawl
I am ever bent stalking
low to the ground
hunting
for your scent.

TA