poem 1/23/10

our lies don't matter

heave in imaginative breath, a quake
inside my vibration of universal
learning to know every part
then co-conspire to
traffic in protection from magical
fingertips focusing on probing
behind queen seats.
I dream nothing but follow
buzzing fantasies, sweating from
my palms, feel unlimited things
a trip to the west built up
to nothing just bare shoulders
and biting. I shimmer in
unwanton desire unabashed
roar aching. A justified longing.

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