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I took your towel off,
ran my finger from your nape
to the gully of your butt,
and divined, from the curvature
and notchwork of your spine,
whence you had come and where
you would take me. My eyes closed,
my mind hummed with electricity.
I was not a human being, but a human becoming
seawater under thunder clouds,
clinking its cracked hulls, pearls
and old bones. A gross of skulls
with gold teeth surfaced and clattered
their jaws. A song overcame the tumult
of waves. "Always we see you; our sockets
are mouths that drink your thoughts.
Stay with the woman; let her follow you
wherever she wishes to go. Someday
she'll take you over water. You'll fall.
She'll cry your name while naked,
rolling on the sand."
Get on top of Amanda. Sample her.
Lick little circles on her skin,
til it blushes. She looks to you.
Her eyes are little scissors.
She snaps them shut. You bleed.
Drown Amanda, for good this time.
Her tongue scrambles to strangle you.
Don't stop. Her shadow swells
to smother you. Bite a chunk out;
chew it like cherry gum. Eat Amanda. Eat her
with compassion. She's a good girl
tonight, suffered all week for that check,
kissed piggies, sugared their slop. Now
her comeliness is clenched, and her thighs
zap like wires. Amanda deserves this. Eat.
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to ourselves, flawless in our
lurch,
squinting through sandy glasses
over sandy faces, praying the monstrosity of sky
fall on us, water us, linger
and crack as we crack, huddled lonely,
sun-saddened and in slow susurrus
because the stars go on and on unaware
of us, though we think them inspired
clay. Even so, we persevere
centerless, bent, lifting always lifting
eyes to the stark, lips to the unspeakably
bottomless. Attempting the unattempted music.
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