Paradise Lost

I first drew the outline of myself in black, then

burnt-sienna once the last lil nub melted

between thumbnail and looseleaf

folded hamburger style.

I traced twilights whose edges

contrast too abruptly unless you

smudge turquoise into tickle-me

with torn wrapper paper;

no waste, it must be shorn to freshly hone

those waxen points regardless.

Familiar souls were thus rubbed out.

The abbreviated remainder paint surreally in memoriam:

g-blue, denrod, rnflower, berwolf, nd cheese, ulean.

Now life writes regularly as penclicks, with deep inkwells,

one long word in cursive like babelization.

There is ample opportunity for shading and a need for

full precision, but where has the color gone?

In full darkness some thieve, ravage it,

snatch at our humanity, our slight differentiations,

scribble over our design with ants' fury.

Ballpoint renders us, coerces delineation,

tattoos us illegible.

Vital shades yet refresh me.

Beneath their cool graffiti

skin replenishes, tissues soften;

remnant innocence dulled too often.

Manifesto

In the spring sun I'd make you scream syllables sweetly,

or if you prefer, whisper discreetly

how deeply in love and in you you want to keep me.

You see im mentally into every inch of you;

the soft skin and soul that attracted my pen to you.

Its sexy that sex isnt a sin to you, so lets begin to do

what we were sent to do, are meant to do.

And if that dont include the physical, so be it.

If youve previously conceded been mistreated,

left bleeding, we can speak then, I offer treatment, sweetness,

for ive had my feet wet and ive seen that to speak of the worst

is to clean the wounds that cut the deepest.

I surrender silently my secrets, evoke a holiness to

erode the phoniness know to infect the breast of the most beautiful.

I teach in joy in lust physical prose most wonderous.

So sleep and rest, count sheep, undress memories tenderly

then gingerly seat them next to me. I treat them gently,

percieve them mentally, and wont retreat

till every negative energy depletes completely.

6/09

How to Make Love

First,experience the aura.

Swim into viscosity, acknowledging the breathlessness

seizing diaphragm so gently; neither heavy nor harsh,

there are hints of rarest essences affecting chest's

trajectory like pressure, deca-leagues of depth at every step.

Take another.

Consecrate each moment's slow progression.

Accidental seeds made green in quick development

deliver instability rooted chiefly in lack of precedent.

Reflection unveils evidence:

replay the scenes when autumn sang softest,

and Orion on horizon mimicked prone placement, when bubbling

peals of laughter were all that buoyed conscuousness.

Once fully marinated they speak sounds like pretty lights.

Let the mixture coalesce. Eliminate distance, increase heat.

Yet unarticulated tongue tracks made visceral will link nerve

to nerve, drawing sustenance to the surface of the skin,

patterned in a gentle meniscus curved like space-time.

To touch it will be the sweetest violation; to penetrate,

spoon's wild fantasy: cinnamon and habanero- pleasure enough

to make the metal weep. Line the rim with that salt for its bitterness.

Peel the shelled peripheries. Embrace, and admire your alchemy.