jayivan

cling — it swings
grip — it slips
tighten — it frightens

in absent-mind,
no mind unbinds:
wind rushes in,
the bind unwinds

where leaves have fell,
illusions stand bare

the saddest day,
the day i pushed you away

i want to split my heart open
have you eat out all the seeds

when sweet thoughts sour
ditch em
the trees still fruiting
let em ripen

dear godot
i know what
you know

what?

youve stolen silence
from me—i can no longer
stop the ceaseless flow

yesses cum fast when
nos keep you longin

Reading Wojnarowicz 30K high,
your distant body solidifies.

I dribble his words across your skin—
warehouse poetry leaks from my lips until
the verse of waterlogged lungs pours from my mouth,
kisses flood round your nipples,
teeth tightening, the soft contours of perked flesh against the sharp bone of teeth,
and the spray of poetry, wet and hot and electrified, hurricane force,
rushes forth:
our body a cyclone,
his words the wind,
my breath the water,
your skin the risen sea

cant defeat it
wont impede it
please, dont feed it

on the tile’s sharp lip,
like teeth biting gently down,
my chest catches breath

losing my cool faster
than the arctic glaciers

& brings smiles to my face
& a yearning in my chest
& waves of something indiscernible
pulses from navel to neck