Sex
In the beginning there was an expanse, a firmament.
A void, and it wanted to be against something softer.
This will aid in procreation was neither a before or after
thought. When it comes to thinking, we were haunted.
Forever. By desire. The greatest mystery does not even
call a Creator to the stage. Everything, the very reason
you are reading this, has most to do with one word
-- fourteenth from the top. Survival of the wanted.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Saturday, December 08, 2012
This Meeting
This Meeting
_____ must have expected nearly nothing.
Overlooking what I looked like, she asked me things.
After a fashion, we already knew each other -- but
I had always feared the fleshy part of it all, very much.
How would she react to my… under-stature.
My imposture, my lack of looking or acting my age.
The irreverence I am prone to exhibiting.
I had rehearsed certain anecdotes and mannerisms.
For this meeting, yes, I did. I had been in rehearsal.
She healed me with a story about a horse named Bree.
Her lips moved, and I heard many things, but her eyes
-- her eyes did things to me that made me grow up.
I had never known a horse more clearly. More horsely.
Tasting her skin with every word I leaned into a tornado.
A hurricane of desire. I followed up with a tale of my cat.
By then there was no table between us. I blame her.
I will always fault her for the sudden lack of boundaries.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --
_____ must have expected nearly nothing.
Overlooking what I looked like, she asked me things.
After a fashion, we already knew each other -- but
I had always feared the fleshy part of it all, very much.
How would she react to my… under-stature.
My imposture, my lack of looking or acting my age.
The irreverence I am prone to exhibiting.
I had rehearsed certain anecdotes and mannerisms.
For this meeting, yes, I did. I had been in rehearsal.
She healed me with a story about a horse named Bree.
Her lips moved, and I heard many things, but her eyes
-- her eyes did things to me that made me grow up.
I had never known a horse more clearly. More horsely.
Tasting her skin with every word I leaned into a tornado.
A hurricane of desire. I followed up with a tale of my cat.
By then there was no table between us. I blame her.
I will always fault her for the sudden lack of boundaries.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --
Much Like A Haunting
Much Like A Haunting
In a bigger-is-better world thirty feet high and twice
as wide turns not enough heads. Tragedies fail
unless off the scale, or involving our dearest. Mice
in a maze we follow what's ahead if it has a tail.
Latest and greatest wins, if no thought is engaged.
Stopping to think only when something is killing
us in our tracks. Stumbling along, the while caged
in a pail -- over the sides, abundance is spilling.
Life itself conspires to tell us that what matters most
in this journey is nearest, closest our wanting.
Says it thirty feet high, and to the extent that we host
such untruth, we perish. Much like a haunting.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --
In a bigger-is-better world thirty feet high and twice
as wide turns not enough heads. Tragedies fail
unless off the scale, or involving our dearest. Mice
in a maze we follow what's ahead if it has a tail.
Latest and greatest wins, if no thought is engaged.
Stopping to think only when something is killing
us in our tracks. Stumbling along, the while caged
in a pail -- over the sides, abundance is spilling.
Life itself conspires to tell us that what matters most
in this journey is nearest, closest our wanting.
Says it thirty feet high, and to the extent that we host
such untruth, we perish. Much like a haunting.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --
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