Body Kiss

Riding on the throat

Is a full-eyed picture tale

That takes its fume from the moon,

In from a coast it´s flown,

Since noon it tries to fail

Limits of control

That so long it used to bail.


Its words, long lost, went nuts,

Another candy shines

Colourful mirrors

They´re flouncing in fear,

Cut by lovers eyes

And flaming deers.


One breath,
A metrum,

One breath,
Clockwork,

Self-assuring
That this is no fake at all.

A stone felt
Safe

And
Drowned
Next
Day.

Out
In
The
Fields:

Laughter
and no wands,

Changing thrones cheer,

Heels hop,

Throttling back,

Stagger,

Throbbing

Blood,

A wild mane streaming
In the wind,

Incised

Foot skin

Wears a line of red,

Crawling beyond
Thoughts to ween

Comes a tongue

To lick the sheen,

Cuts out

Clowns of Halloween.



No pain, or forgotten

Eyelids and fingertips

Slide

On afternoon dawn.


There´s no fashion here

And no disciples drooling, right?!

And no work at all.


Rolling over love

and no need for a dark night,

No win, no loose, game fight,

You forget the stars,

Take-away space bar.

Here, forgot it, yeah!

There, a newborn bone.

Slings embodied, they praise

Seventeen approaches to the real,

Hand to toe they reach

Through the bodyverse.

See, it´s a goal we don´t declare.

It´s just beyond.



Strong or weak,
Fast or slow,
Eyes will show
When aware,
Might compare
Body kiss and space.
But for now:
Who cares?

Eyes just glow
And the fusion lifts off
By fully wake mind.


By fully wake mind

The modes of memory

Turn around.


This is here, now.

Most all is gone.

Share what takes place.

You both act in a

Floating sphere of skin.


Thirst,

Gliding in embrace,

Lucid groping,

No haste,

Gnawing serious smiles from

Pleasure-pierced lips.


Fine finger nails in necks

The instance falls asleep,

A rising, seething streak,

Maliceless

Malicious

Manacle


Is cut free.


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. (2010)