Following Her Bliss

Son of a financier became a poet.
Signaled that he must become her lover.

Her body would be medicinal.
He appropriated it.

Swooped down past the meridian of her waist.
Held still her shimmy of Brownian motion.

Pried loose verse. Gathered up gallons of air
sucked in before she read to him.

Pressed. She sucked hard. And again
while his hand plundered her web of pubic hair.

Gasp, gasp for your own sake.
Spread your humid legs.
Gasp into my fingers over your lovely mouth.
Glide nude
into the fluids of my body.

Would exchange her breath for currency.
Knew the exact price her body would fetch.

Strung her up, arms taut overhead,
body aimed straight at shimmering moon.

Sold thieved luscious fruit,
her thick expiring juice fresh upon his fingers.

Returned to his solitary trade
shaman lungs full of her breath.

Later would restage her sacrifice
in a conqueror’s theater of wet bodies.

Violations of inspired balls,
bloated gourds of instinct.

Taste yourself
spoiled in my stiffened body.
Your wraith lies upon my lap.
Your womb is my mouth.
Stories of you are the wealth
of a thousand rebellious children.

(c) Poetry by Dark 1997 |  Photograph by Michel Polizzi (c) 1994