I
Deviations of the flesh, iron cast on skin.
Me: strung-a-stowaway of despicable bliss,
meddling with Orpheus,
crying charm at the wind.
Scratch and sniff
and slide me another.
Pass me a card
and through that door.
Let go of your hand
and drag it;
drag it and leave it,
leave it be till the dawn.
II
When sunrise consumes the fish that crowd your veins
my bleeding eels pale alloys
rich in solar vita-men.
Calcium costume of refracted lives
augurs a destiny of impalpability.
Now
At last
I know I am my beginning.
-Because I’m deflowering
the locked drawers hidden away by my brain,
because I’m inciting
every brush stroke my portrait has ever yearned
A thousand trumpets flank my buttocks of hemp,
signalling the arrival of the end to dreams.
I know that you’re my finale.
That’s why I’m starting with you.
To finish.
I’ll assassinate the boredom stamped
into the ghettos of my heart.
I amputate and endure for I transfigure and digest
the animal that lurks, evil on the prowl, making the rounds,
that kills for pleasure.
I’ll be my being,
being by me…
To start.
Though you, my fragmentation and reconstruction
I must begun.
Overload my being
Electrify my harm
Down…
Amidst charcoal and blood there’s rumours
of rhyme and movement, acted upon impertinently,
echoing secret protocols of the flesh.
Bareback in dance,
riderless stallions,
and dark heartbeats, strewn in the seabed.
...carving poetry into your naked skin...
...you, reflected on the waters,
reading my transparent hieroglyphy
Deviations of the flesh, spurted on skin,
orbit my moon,
Let me drink on your mead.
Me: vagabond of anti-fate,
body dripping machine-oil,
wrung out on gears of indulgence,
feedbacking in phase.
Penetrating Aphrodite,
licking your name.
Today my pores erupt in blue,
plummeting angels, dyed into a better life,
ascending demons, set upon thrones of phallic delight.
Deviations of the Flesh, scratched on my skin...
...hangover, well hung-on, scratch, bleeding your love;
Cherish, slice, spread and crater my velocity,
talk to me of non vertebrosity,
stop
and open your petals with me,
Electrify my being.
Tell me if I’m the one.
III
If your body is darkened by fear
I’ll wash it with kisses.
With kisses, I’ll tuck myself into
your paleness bared.
With kisses, I’ll feed the hearth
to make your heart burn.
For you are my queen,
and I your joker.
For you are my chalice
as I am your spring.
Deviation, wrought along my flesh.
Tell me I’m the one.
Electrify my death.
Combust away my heart.
Make our love a cry that lasts
