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The Twelve Kisses Of *Saturn
January 19 2010
The Twelve Kisses Of *Saturn
... it was snow,
cold-burning, scorching walls in the caverns of my mind bleaching the bones of my soul crystal-yearning of ever-burning stagger along the adulterous breeze - on frozen embers... * * * ... access the night of darkness beyond darkness seducing the light to weave an unseen fabric feathering against our skin, you, with your head on my chest, soulful happy peaceful and light... ... never forget to access the night... * * * ... I see your face in satin spades your heart in clover twined around the pennywhistle of my tributes, drums clubbing, whipping the wailing river into frothy nostalgic nettles prickling my flesh and shadows watching your tavern rituals of guzzling my essence before you ravished my unraveled ends in nearest parks, and that before your parchment disappeared in white of the moon... ... your etchings left behind, nothing erased... * * * ... when you are away and I need you, I look into the depths of the nearest flower, even if it's a dandelion, then lie down beside it like a lamb, a reborn lion satiated - and subdued by your perfume, reveling in sweat of the conquest... * * * ... our journey is swaying through foreign moments, yet familiar and near and darkly shimmering, perhaps burnished by nector crushed from ebony pearls, olive juice splashing our astonished ogling of the nascent moon, swaying under its hidden riddle and tumbling into our abyss of its soft-smoldering glow - simmering rhythm of pearl-ebony... * * * ... cities, those faceless monoliths, are cancers, love an acid-sweet erosion stripping bare the maze of our sinews sobbing with resplendent excruciation, racked across the bosom of pavement, concrete, glass and steel, the blackened gems of our streets fleeing ecstatic through our marrow to blazing ghettos of the noon-high sun gluttonously hungry to be warmed - and quenched, endlessly fed... * * * ... I feel your clutching of the wraiths (ghosts) suspended between us, serenade of echoes, writhing, blindly agape - and I crouching on the curb watching the road baptizing its secrets with curses dripping incinerated from our lips, intoxicating myself on a promise of smoke clutching, clutching at the road flooded sotted, unspoken wraiths... ... twisting within the heat.... * * * ... the swell of sky and earth is in the curve of your belly and lips I teased with delicacies until I stuffed them in your mouth while you smiled as widely as the springtime laughing through the trees awaking and unashamed... * * * ... did we have a child? no, but we whelped giggles as shy as a bridal veil, as bold as robbers accomplishing the theft of marriage nostril to nostril... * * * ... raining, raining! - disrobed heaven's chain of glittering tears washing our earthen face, and I raise my umbrella thinking of you in the shattered liquid glass around us... ... warmth of our enveloping womb... * * * ... let's cross the *lyric mountains to the sunset and beyond, not satisfied until we reach the dawn we hold in each others hands... * (for the Lerik Mountains in Azerbaijan) * * * ... narcissists, your glorious eyes feeding on me, boiling-ravenous smacking lips, glutted upon our saturnalian feast... * (Esoterically, Saturn is associated with the 12th. month of December.)  Digg
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