A Viewing Of The Body

 

 


  Before the carving starts,

before steel splits skin

that does not blanch

at your gloved touch,

let your eyes wander

— scalpel shoulder to shoulder —

in wonder at how

I might have been.

            Muse over fusion

of pubis, ischium, ilium,

hum theorems to the expanse

of non-Euclidean space

braced point to point

by those innominate bones;

brood over pointless histories held

dependent on all burnt & topless towers;

conjecture that a lover coming

from behind would spiral

eternal galaxy of mouth,

mortise each immortal kiss

into the abyss between scapulae,

press the heels of hands

atop hips till fingertips touch,

pinion small bowl of belly

in an unmeasurable variant

of our current circumstance.

            Puzzle over half-heard

words: infinite    fractal   symmetry;

imagine that we met on occasion

for coffee & quantifiable chaos:

— that when you make me

laugh, non-linear dirges groan

low & dark from mottled throat;

that when I turn to rest a gaze on you

my red hair flares chromodynamic

truth & beauty  in proton & neutron;

that my blown eyes spark charmed

& strange from within — green

charged particles — nocturnal animals.

            Creature of cold storage habitat,

cryptologist of some almost remembered articulates,

when you re-pack that chronic cavity,

when you set your seal in sutures

against this sad bag of reticulate skin

— shut the drawer

go home

fix yourself a stiff

drink & dream of me

transitional, in every universe;

hypostatic in the basement.



(Dark Planet)


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