(Envelop, Quell) Balm's Longing

Vulnerable.

Lovely and bereft, pure-pearlescent.
Blood dribbled down our backs, limbs' prickled commingling.
Wasteful mosquitos--
gluttony, a fucking in the grass.
Granules too ignored, pearls never to form,
cupped mollusk shell of hot tissues.

Eyes locked: election of gaping gazes,
ocular sphincters in rapt relaxation
intaking.
Rebreathed dioxide-carbon, vapor.

Burgeoning and unburdened at once,
all at once,
new oxygen like purest dopamine-
chill breeze, your warmth,

in a rush: sacrum to crown smashing
foreheadmagnetisms
bloodcrust crackling, darkening,
iron.
And still:

your breath's
wet plush, ripe sweet zinc,
shiny pennies, a kiss.
Still:

low hum, formless word, still
your voice vibrating
into mine:
orange sun's cry arcing unto the night.

04.11.018

"Fuck the patriarchy" and it will reproduce; a virus, a cancer. Eat the rich and you will sicken yourself on their excesses. Leave the slewn bodies to decay in plain sight-- devoured by beings incapable of such malicious greed as to be immune: bellies of displaced endangereds filled, cellular memory obliterated, insectuous infestations to mushrooms to microbes, molecular building blocks and aetherous ghosts dissipating eternally on aspens' aspirations-- and the blood will water the land. Let it end. Let it begin.

02.10.018

Mormon sons, witnesses to Jevovah
dressed all alike, peddling by judiciously:
their calves well-muscled,
filled and fed by milk meant for calves,
driving forward chains which turn the wheels
of a world enslaved.