plutoneif

when we begin, I have a brief
hint of your smile from up high
and the desperate need to roam
the galaxies behind your broken Cubi.

when we begin, I have my lips thick with cigarette
and you have your lips slick with fizzy juices
of my sweater�s dusty, barnacle life
�but this is love�, you say as you shuck one more.

so self-assured�so cocky�
yet swollen like a starving belly,
you assume this is all there is to it and
move for impact.

I suck your bottom lip
and taste the Salt
this confusion now,
this wonder that makes us dizzy,
becomes a schizophrenic candy cane
and I run a firm, freckled hand across
that emotion that rises through you,
boy,
and paralyzes you with want
paralyzes�
you
realize I,
girl,
have the same tiny tim inside of me
but yet I move
like the hips of a hybrid hula dancer
like the mouth of a parisian sadist
like the finger of a curious atomist
like the cynical smirk of tribulation
there is disbelief as I ignore our
metronomes
to rip my uterus open
and commit this desecration/consecration
to engulf, to entomb, to enliven
us,
for you,
but,
there is a boy�s hesitation
you understand your underestimation
there is a gripping panic in your erudition
and you are
�without
there is a false truth
you can�t bear to be anything more,
there is a final act of flight
and I am
..without

you didn�t need to,
you didn�t need to be�

sitting in a truck stop diner
half way home and half way naked
my heart bleeds a river of raspberry jam
my toes cringe from minithin aftermath

a waitress with her oaken hands
asks me one last time,� do you want it to go or
are you for eighty-six-ing
that omelet?�

there are skyscraper giraffes that stretch themselves to
the musty doors of heaven
and beg for slavery.
there are harmonious salmon who swim inside the
dunes of the Sahara
and spawn with scorpions.
there are cyclopean vultures that sit around the
runes of the pantheon
and pick the bones of Socrates.

I wanted nothing
there is the popping of dying salmon again
I wanted nothing more
there is the cracking of dying giraffes again
I wanted nothing more from you.
there is the screeching of dying vultures again

�until you smile up high�again�