Why then not speak of something else?
Something the existence of which seems, in a certain sense
Already established

On the subject one might chatter away,
Blushing bright red
Every thirty or forty

words.

But first I’ll tell of an incident [ThatHasOccurredOnlyOnce-SoFar-Yet-IAwaitItsRecurrenceWithImpatience]

Two shapes entered into collision
before me. They enter the field of battle,

wet legged through the constant wheat grass
moving s l o w l y towards each other,

I knew they were to collide,

fall, d i s a p p e a r
And of their approach, I never obtained more

Than a confused glimpse, out of the corner of my eye, and that’s where she laid

violently beside me
ready to gore out my loose entrails
with the horned crown she wears,

Her path a curve, her body
Impossibly close beside me. soft fleshy bodies with displaced aggression
my eyes did not close as the horns,
Blasted in Andalusian air.

The sound of secret voices
shouting to heavenly bulls,

sinuous thighs tense,

pulsating spasms.

I prostrated myself across her
with face in breast
and hand on spine,
without moving.

Yet, under us moved,
and moved, gently,
up and down,
earthquake, from side to side.
Past midnights,

The shadow of my nerves cast stripes in Moonlight.

Never knew such silence.
The earth might be uninhabited.

She placed roses in my eyes sockets
like the Spanish girls used to.

Im adorned in only red,
and how she kissed under my words.
Words that not only have to be spoken
But words of which cannot speak,

I pull the curtain across her neck and back,
Revealing my marbled torso.

I’m on display.

My arms and legs decaying over time
I’ll be the cripple,
I’ll descend,
I’ll diminish into s i l e n c e
t o t a l p a r a l y s i s

To the place in me where no living soul has or can ever trespass,
I have murdered myself to get there, but you murdered yourself too.

Hacking away the pieces of you lodged in my flesh, deep like splinters.

Now banish me into that place in my soul that you call home

A place where the reigning prince is the prince of emptiness, the prince of absence, the prince of desolation.

A place I’ve been afraid to go until now.

Now that you are there dwelling
In the darkness.

Reaching back
With our faces in the corners
Like children in painful invocation
Reaching forever into the darkness
until we reach each other.