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Sunday, February 5, 2012

kiss open 2/5/12

It's like earthworms mating,

are these lips

and electric humming birds

are the tongues.

Feeding off each other

in a dark wet

bivalve vaporous shared cave.

Feeling along

by instinctual slitherings of touch.

Muscling

a kinesthetic pressure language

unto each other’s facial keyboards.

Primal contact

as with an anvil and force,

also as with feature and slow,

yet light

as a single haired brush stroke

exuding rarefied mood

over the hot deep seesaw

of howling breath,

to and fro.

Sealing towards an imprint intimacy.

Whispered alternately

by lung drums

as tongues extended and contort

beyond the norms

of cavernous composure.

It is a writhing sting of timelessness,

recoiling back into the rest

of the collective body.

Molten chunky electrified limbs

attempt to shake off the hum-afters

but inwardly,

smearing the subtle reverberations

with smoothes and glides

as a levity of permission, invitation,

as this intimacy, invisibly collides

towards whole body induced

primal still point reflection.

It is a motionless state

of presence consuming presence,

full blown auric commingling.

Faint movement gives way

to flash floods

of involuntary overwhelm.

Beatific thrashing and bestial blushes

find each other,

finding way.

Over-blows of energetic elocution

and cosmic momentums

reign in the mind's eye

as dream-memory hardily ingests

these radiant rushes

between the vibratory and the tremblings

and the pulsings and the heartbeats.

All notions of space and witness

are seductively altered,

finding it,

implausible to identify.

This unfolding engagement,

as two people,

with references to a before

and an after.

No need beyond that.

The hologram is tapped,

living on its own . . .

We, you and I,

are but chaperons,

bribed with high point experiences

along the way towards oneness . . .

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