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The Ibex
I stand beneath blooming full moon light
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Bright burning white stretching out in a yawn
like a star streaking past the chromatic ring that shifts with the quivering of
the eye.
Grass sways about my feet and breaks through
concrete blockades to smell swirling strawberry night air.
Men die in droves for ideals while I wait for
my beloved beside an alloy engine car that murmurs and trembles like the warm
bodied women in the cold.
You approach and your shadow lengthens then
oscillates until it evaporates entirely like vapor,
The shadow tongue of your sweater strings still
lolling on the ash gray asphalt road.
Goosebumps rise together ceremonially like a
thousand electric mole hills,
pulsating lively in the sun.
I imagine my pursed pink lips pressing against
the dimples of your back and somewhere in the world there is an explosion of
fire and pain in a grand tragic immolation,
The molten liquid metal poured down the throat
of humanity without defiance.
Spotted leopards trudge through snow,
Through and against extinction to feed on the
fallen frosted ibex of time.
Its copper eyes and mouth agape as the teeth
tear through the carrion and the maggots writhe over the red exposed muscle
pounding in the wind.
Breath flows through conversation through four
lungs and through the innumerable cells of being,
carrying the blood of our blood through our
own inflated or bloated arteries.
Blood flows over bodies and through the
filters of our hearts.
Blood flows through the endless array of
cerebral cortex in search of purpose and flows through our gutters in the name
of our Purposes.
Your hand is soft and sweating in mine and I
clench it tightly and watch the folds of our skin fold together into one hand.
All hands will become our hands,
Hands that grope at flesh fervently hoping never
to let go
Feet that graze momentarily beneath the
knotted wooden table tops
Eyes that lock across crowded sultry rooms
with the intensity of spider web lightning cracks through all this walking
talking dust.
Humans are lightning and falling star dust and
blood and sex and all strewn together on wavering wire like second-hand Christmas
tinsel,
United to tear its blemishes into flailing
sodden shreds.
She kisses his blemishes and holds him closely
against her chest and the earth becomes so spectral and distant.
Mountainside whispers of running rivers and
flora in a breeze beneath the black clouds and cold showers
Light rays twist through time and space and
shoot into an unknowable pocket
I run my hand across a face and beneath that
face are eyes of sunlight that stream with tears.
Our bodies press in joy and hands clasp once
more in exaltation, the body screaming,
“This is life!”
Sunlight eyes closed, our moist lips touch for
the first time in the dark.
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