rendezvous, collisions by Indigo Tempesta[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 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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Posted by Scott Cadence on 09/19/04 at 08:35 PM WOW! I won't pretend to fully comprehend all the message content with one read - however it is evident immediately that this very well written. The flow and form is amazing
"in a series of rendezvous, collisions.
and you slink from the scuffle. you crawl,
trembling, from the fleeting echoes of
bare force."
yeah... lol. Great Work!
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Posted by Bethany Lee on 12/10/04 at 04:05 AM i love the structure of this piece...the poetic views of the encompassed words...written wonderfully. |
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