Thursday, January 19, 2012

Twice

in an egg-shaped quandary
with knocked knees protruding gracefully and
clustered purple clouds and
twinkling airplanes
soon I will give you a bowl full of
chopped-up Me-ness
soon you will have all the
TearsVomitJoyandYawns
mixed in with vinegar made from
Hope
and
juicy-looking cubes bursting with Lust
squeezed half of a Doubt
balanced by an
overflowing teaspoon of
Certainty
soon you will have
all of this and more, my
Love.
soon you will have swallowed
Me so that I sit
warmly, territorially, giddily,
in your tummy.
soon we will be all
LiesandLimbs
HandsandHearts
a Traditional moment
nestling (so precious)
in the pit of our
Modernity.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well played.

Moonie said...

i love these.

The Lady of Green Origin said...

This is a beauty.

pluto88 said...

This is beautiful. Thanks.