INTIMACY


The sudden loss of
       self to someone
             else
     as breaths mingle
         a speechless tongue
             entering my mouth
                   ordering silence.
Fingers reaching
     for that one spot
           of skin worn smooth
                 as a worry stone
Tentatively stroking
     the raised patterns
           of occult symbols
       carved guards at the gate
         braille tales of woe.
And me inside
     curled up into
   my selves watching
         this doomed display
                   of affection.
Someone stepping onto
     consecrated ground
     singing incantations
             into the quiet
Red ribbon notes
             wrapped
         around my throat
             tightening
           gasping for air
           and that sound
           like pleasure
                 like dying.
Bodies prone
                   on beds
     and resistance,
           raising her self
             ressurected
                     lone ecstatic
                   no flesh mystic
               untouched by human
                                               hands.
Once there was
           a baby's mouth
             clamped down on breast
                       feeding monster
                           sucking life
                             needing
                 tiny fingers clawing air
                       claiming another. . .
I never knew my mother.



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