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The Vein Trace - Of Eros Deconstructionists At Work In Bed

1 Systole


to return to

the simplicity

of the body

that IS the body

filigree surface

of hairs

of skin

the mottled where


the vein trace there

precludes entrance of

major sort though

absorptions

always claim

final victory


we are


dear


naked

before me


absorbed ourselves

absolution resolute

in threads fraying


these (whose are?)

these fingers splayed

as in these (whose?)

scratches

you leave


my back


teeth marks


the bruises

we are each

weeding cell

by cell


of swollen need

frighten

but

do not stop us

the unappeasable

silver scar-and-tell


show the

swelling

space that

(spills)

is around

bodies


that they can

be all things


from

nails to

teeth


a wreath


ammonia bone


lace


delight


the rounded

space


the trace

our constrained

embrace prays to be



O pray the bed

may hold the

weighted curve

the emboldened

release strained out

from the

out-rubbed O

O all

that excretions

exude

presuming breath


2 Diastole


exhume the

bellows such are

the breasts shells

beneath each our

own which come to

us ancestrally

as spectral

steam near

panes upon

which


promiscuous


sheer


admit all

entrance what

passes through

you dear


naked


before me

and an equally


naked


me

unframed upon

once-time of

exodic

morphic wander


geography's the

more simpler made by tongue

buds


taste the

finger


all things that

grasp sublingually


the sucking smile

lips bent forward

into each the

tongue the pearl

turned round

and round

the dark

chamber of

the mouth


the lung petal

florets there

their little

mouths too

gulp/gape

also wet

seeking too

the pearl


heart drum

skin stretch

(systole) you

hum me I hum

you (diastole)

the near panes


O


open


here



we pour in

air


the street

below from

where were

we once mutual

liquidity


now

turned out


out wrung


surpassing

bodies


denatured of



but not at all to belabor the obvious


but not at all to argue the

point finally taken over at

last tremblingly overtaken

Submitted: Friday, October 26, 2012
Edited: Monday, November 19, 2012


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