To Be Blunt: Poem by Indigo Hawkins

today was orgasms and sex phantasms and
not so zingy comebacks
clothes crumpled in a corner
clingy and damp
my hair and my hands and my
cloying tea dregs
all participants in humidity humanity
eschewal of my sanity

dark dewy eyes
dilated skies too light head
too bright bed boom
chucka bang banjo twang
bottleneck blues
scratching gliding grating
sliding rhythmic shaking
quaking igneous rock

magma: melted lava liquid
heat hardening hmmm
into islands splayed like fingers
cool wavelets lapping mapping
new terrain. a frozen feeling
lingers after the tenor singers
hush: flush but in no rush
to tame this teeming flame.

the flux of fire- desire erupting
as moist music
from a shuddering sea.
an archipelago of
staccato songs smoldering
below the surface as limp
tea leaves and sodden laundry
solidify: lush afterglow air.