June 12, 2016
Us and blindfold
in delicious dark. Done deaf
by bassline, scouting heat
with bladed tongues. Breath
a scream spun in reverse
and Lord don’t we holler
wet down each other’s
necks. Rapture and rupture,
every sizzled bead
of black sweat
spit swollen out
our skin. O God
make naked a flaw
with climax steeping
our glotted throats.
Give name the hollow
wont to fill fat
with blood. Sing us
a lie: our hearts
fed thick with thrust
and rhythm, sacred
fist made habit
the gasp and surrender
of living this soft.
Pulse by Eric Tran | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser
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