[love]
romance plucks a cellular switch and
this is love: circuits threshing
through ebony blood and organs that quiver
to be eaten by the man who will
slaughter your immunity to moons--as he opens you
you wince

[baptism]
traitorous thought!--you are ambushed
(as though by plague or comet
or as the Poles) with the bare force of sexual
baptism. the conquerer ingests the ebony
blood: and you are not so fallow as
you thought.

[explanations]
needy stranger. demented tourist. solicitor
in from a blizzard, or wanting work. one victory
in a series of rendezvous, collisions.
and you slink from the scuffle. you crawl,
trembling, from the fleeting echoes of
bare force.

[silence]
the doctor dangles it from a thread like a coronation:
his illegitimate joke. a breaking thread, a fleeting echo. now unbesieged,
you cannot celebrate what has seemed to die; unchained
from your bridal snare, you bristle. you, a martyr, dying
from the suffocation of sanctuary; fighting the
silence.

[change]
out of the shower, your body's reflection ignites a state change,
breaking threads of gravity,
turning a kinetic moment
to a potential miracle.
breathing is a miracle.
so, breathe.

09/16/2004

Author's Note: may have some more edits. need a better title. for bryn's beat contest.

Posted on 09/16/2004
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