The Hot Place

Dark is the room as I stare into your lines


Illuminated only by shutterblind bedside casing.

Spanish linnen embroidered from Portugal
Below jade jeweled candle stand flickering gold.

 

Thoughts are distractions like some soft becoming
Alterbourne lift up translucent sweetness;

Wrapped in this electrical glow stick that touches
The skin is a force of communicating vastness.

 

Automatic pull so slow in its pulsing
It fills ordinary spaces with audible humming,

And tasting the hotness that flows like my mind can
I slide in between the shelf that is me.

 

Blue windscreen light caresses the edges
Of lined reflection and pushing on corners,

Dual creature feels flight fascination
And summer green grasses sweat under the moon.

 

6-27-03