>biting yr lip

>
staring up from the ash, smoking, in the shadow of smoke, remember:

like my tongue cut the corners of unutterable white skin
our bodies at rest, hurdling into each other
a light-tight spasm bucks yr breast

then

biting yr lip, you float above yourself
straddling a breathless gush
of heat and beaming, i

am trapped between

a choral aggression at first, fingers
roll through yr hair, lay stave winding white then red

then

i pull your mouth into mine, grind
my scripture, brittle, useless but painted and performing
paralyzed by the size of the stage, though the theatre
its polished oak columns, hirsute crimson curtains
soothe, sings gently while it burns, quick heat
pushing through the rafters, everything on fire

oh, now memory rising.

>insomnia

>but at first only
the veins in my arms
were that color

the bloated purple-green
of hard work, strained through
such a perfunctory grate

now the cloudless
sky repulses an oily
mesh, not for the eye

not for the heart, either
but beating and cracked
an insidious rewind of

prone and gagging mix
the owled mountaintop
and her shaking skin.

can not, will not, must not
snow-heavy air livens an upturned palm
and the blind, cowardly thing
slinks; hue spoiled by rye fact.