May 06, 2004

palimpsest

eyes closed, you
read the luscious braille
of your pages,
& in unfolding sub-plots
lies the ultimate secret:
mystics count only gods, you
count the rising actions
until ecstatic catharsis..

word-associations emotions
magnified
moistened
by your sweat that bede's on the page,
your hand holds its gaze,
unrelenting,
those few fingers needed
to reach the fresh plateau
to reach that perfect

                               apex..

almost surprised, you
come
amid your many tremulant breaths,
& you discover the
hidden language
of furtive muscles
speaking
in a pulsing and moisted
morse code
against your skin,
your fingers
silkily tracing
your dénouement..

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