s c i e n c e

   
   
   
i                                                
am the                                            
whitewand                                        
of pristine light                                
   
you  
are the  
amber realm    
of frozen crystals  
   
                                  
you    
capture    
and    
release    
me    
in    
a  
million sparkles    
of tangible triumph  
   
i float over  
the bed post  
weightless  
astral  
   
you jar me  
   
like a melting  
cube of ice    
i lurch  
within  
   
i stir  
lifeforce kicks  
jabs    
a worthy  
opponent  
   
my soft whimpers  
begin to permeate  
the air    
thick    
with  
musk and the low drone  
of distant tribal music    
   
once your soft tongue  
thrums and towers  
above and around  
the marshland  
   
the distant  
sea smell  
starts    
to grow  
   
parts  
of me  
wiggle  
wobble  
wander  
wind  
 
while  
other  
parts unite  
at the centre  
and escape thru  
the tiny aperture  
on my head  
   
a flimsy bubble    
 
a follicle of light  
 
it swoops and dives  
around above below    
again it gets sucked  
right inside  
 
then  
   
we begin to dance    
as the music originates  
deep within the mesh  
of sternum the river  
of life beyond everything  
   
we see each other again  
   
arclike and afloat    
close to the wall  
   
we seem pacific ecstatic  
   
oblivious to the ongoing  
war of the worlds  
elsewhere
 
 
 
 

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the second part can be read here:

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/58015-s-c-i-e-n-c-e-ii/