naming names
November 18, 2001
i needn't name names....
some people fascinate me. i suppose this very state -- enraptured imagination -- is an attempt to descramble the intrigue, to understand the engagement.
i'm presently fascinated. her, enigmatic. and this distracts me.
an imagined symmetry, bracing: hands cupped, arms outstretched and elbows bent, an embrace with space between our chests: palms rest on the flat of the neck, heels of the hands on the hilt of the collar: dual union, sexless love, cyclic healing, endless hug.
fallen in a green well
seeping accosts the calling:
i'll read her yet,
uncapping her tooth-knicked lip
a red nib for storytelling.
bad poems would break the spell,
good poems would seal it.
fear & concealment. i feel open. unafraid. weary of deceit. willing to give. grieving for false receipts. engaging a dear listener, awaiting speech. begging an open mouth. tempt.
my big mouth always saws off more flesh then digestable. begs feeding for a voracious old soul, makes bargains with hard targets.
talks a good game.
talk's a good game.
but i'm not playing; no competition. enjoy all this specticle, and participate. i've been trying to tell you, now matter how sore my heart has become, and no matter how long this day is, today, i am recklessly (be/sh)aring myself.
Posted November 18, 2001 07:54 AM
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