my prismatic compass:
you are relentless ' ..stretching through
soil as fine fibre threading throughout me'
i dont need a leash, it is your soul collars my own
once i was nucleus unraveling - pivoting
on sensation, youve taught’ me a simple truth how
we will always recoil as a thousand stars howl out of a
sea of dark at the ripples we make
for the small lifetimes we carry inside us generating
exploring what becomes of memory, which takes
up space with memory of feeling - p’haps a
transference of sensories transferred between you and
i, words cannot suffice.'
i write only with the blood of your veins
.. daguerreotype images began flickering, i offer-up
my slopes and my sex, my singularity, my ambrosial
mist, .my lamentations
on making love in the midst of carbon dating:
was sort of a silent raging Oleander before you joined
me as Tui and La with pull-push gravity of your
'orchestral muscle'…. always leaving me mess of
intsubterrane fever ..intricately, throughly
fed and lovingly modified
linga continues circling our golden bones, p’haps this is
the anthropocene of us verifying our beauty for
accepting something real and uniquely abstract even
if we tread mud
'isn't a mystifying lanyard knot knowing i was here
there was a here?'
brought on by the oracles dripping from your pores
sliding down my optic chiasma as love in my sight ..
i couldve sworn to being your poeme . but it
turns out you were mine all along