we were all legs and poetry
words and wandering hands
arched bodies over blackness
I need an injection
to restore me from
life-loss lamentations
unusually beautiful
with naked words
you spoke me into blindness
with sable tongue
you textured vibrance
onto my white-walled enclosure
with darkness of touch you
thrust me into oblivion
I can’t breathe
except to inhale you
I can’t speak
except to hide your name in words
eyelashes flick
the tear stained
remembrance of your face
loving is the obscene
act that implodes a soul
whispers that cradle marrow
in the fullness of a moment
we were alive, and we knew it
we were awake, and we felt it
we were one, and we became it
insatiability of the heart
and how we remain
a marriage of want and furry
still alive inside,
creeping through thoughts
and echoed suggestions
pulling strings of conscious
thought into visible light
I am here, they say
I am substantial
I am important
I am beautiful
I look to you
in the mirror of your eye
and respond
Yes... yes
we are,
we are
become again with me
the definition of wholeness
a tangled union of words and arms
birthing creatures of light
into the spaces between
Another absence but thankful to be linking up, and in many ways coming home to Open Link Night @dVerse Poet's Pub. Spread the word tonight, we are waiting, word hungry and poetically proliferate. Join us, won't you?
~Apryl
