how your digestive mirrors mutilated me to sentaur
I sacred the convex prophecy a second (a pale beat)
then dog-ear those precious clones of me, strangled
waves of ness-nest speaking closes, rosegrout teethes
and wrist-herd grammars tightly, coldly seething
dark organs, anvil plumage. iridescent voices merge
in the tendons and folds producing flock of keelveins.
heartvest scrapes sky, blood clouds fumble their throat
swarming aqueducts go blind; organelles rinse statues
of silent faces: a forceful blend. coral-fat aorta spells
shade cerebral, tersely pumping vocables. more distance,
always more stunted on horizon and augury swanland
compass the marble hurricanes in my tropics, dead atlas
of my fistrange. knuckles melted slowly fall away,
until my clench resembles a red dune, a broken forest.
I love you in the strange canyon of my youngest mouth
your voyage through my autopsy pollinating soft genocide.
you should lay down your heads, hydrate skull corsage
on rain-membered velvet and spider-gilled petals, watch
my dickfield rising gently over arches of our rippled spine
