kid_hideous

who knows where i go when you
lay your possessive paw upon
my outer

shell we only touch

that point where one
ravels off
into absence -
skin: this ceaseless cataract

that which is not given
to being broken
down into
lesser
constituents

bookless dance i
sing off into silence

and the clothes lay like
peeled skins of musky fruit
scattered across the exhausted sheets, light
touches down
simultaneously approaching and already present and
gone, somehow exactly like
your skin.

*

the way your body

gone

shapes me a window
pane on nowhere

now here

an empty wind sighs
my lungs red balloons

hanging

here, inspace.
almost

heartshape.

*

your flesh fever limning
me in this way
I
lay hold upon
I

*

meat-silent
earth-roar
its waves shoring
jellyfish limpidity

*

I want to know that I am bone
to her sun-
pregnant flesh, the white
of blind, subterranean
burrowing in the humid dark
of her, icicle slender
bone to her
caressing palm

she smelled of rose-water bubble-
gum, hot pink
phone pressed to the exact center
of a plump-plum lower lip

when i passed her eyes
grasped onto mine
and held their exploring fingers still.

her hair a raven's wing
folded over the retiring curves
of her face.

her skin a line of music acid-etched.
into the dark of space
she curves.