conjoined, we am
hip to hip
our fibers braided together
sharing breath like water
yearning to let go
to take the selfless step
shed ego like scabs
be newborn
reflect without bondage
find a way
past distance, time and skin
at last
commune, find
forgiveness in flesh
touch lip to lip
whisper
{you are too perfect for this cage
we've built from bones and skin}

conjoined, we am
bone to bone
skin and vision melting together
sharing water like breath
momentarily united
finding strength
to almost pull away
to see with selfless eyes.
ecstasy flows warm:
we have found the way
through soft, reluctant skin
at last
at:one, pull
fingertips from wounds
unzip scars
exhale
{you are too perfect for this skin}

set free at last
unplugged bullet-hole
run through my fingers
reflect in your eyes:
wax and flickering
holy moment
sacred blood
this flesh between us
silent baptism
atonement
ecstasy
flows
warm

{please}
open your eyes
{remember}
no rending will dissolve
the branded memory, the saltiness
of skinless fingers entwined

01/26/2005

Author's Note: I would very much appreciate hard criticism on this. This is sex: raw, perfect, spiritual, damaging, selfish, selfless, rending, and beautiful. I don't know if I can express what I am trying to express in this poem. Touch the exposed and skinless flesh of a broken blister to your tongue: you both taste and feel the saltiness of it. I am trying to express the desecrating and healing communion of a sex where both partners feel the saltiness of each other tasting the salt of each other's wounds. This is not meant to be hurtful, but the hurt is inseperable, it is the contrast, the pain of healing, of childbirth. I don't know if there is any way to say this.

Posted on 01/26/2005
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