Wednesday, May 11, 2016

to measure a moment


how does a gasp taste on the horny blade of winds

how do we sum up the span of a sizzling shudder along the spine
it's certainly not vacuum that collects itself between the throat and the ribs
neither is there a void between a randy femur and the wrists
make that tangent between saturn and your lips
count
how does love conceal itself, so, behind an ache
does twinge of the buzz owl itself in the crown of a gape

riot a story summarized within the span of a swift tidal wave


write with your bare hands 
or feet
or voice
about that (wo)man who cut the right nip between a groan and a hiss


i'm trying to find truth in a screaming whisper


hope in a burning kiss