friction striking, seeking escape of my veins
—still in rigor fashion —lung reflex silent
dusted pulse animates in shadow peel…shadow step
Shadow melding with atmosphere
—filtered light through bottle green bones —porous drift song
he carries languages of oceans long extinct
that slow dive through grackle slick to boiling chlorophyll-bioluminescence
—pixie light essence
making an expedition of my fragrance
mapping me with pin pointillism pleasure
October wind through sliced reeds in marshy evening cloud scatter
—breeze of clove and seasoned earth
fingers fall hollow chords on glass strings
summoning exhalations in skull wisps and Cheshire vapor laughter
Tissue flesh cracking…peeling
—Japanese lantern skeletal cage
fossilized artifacts revealed
—fishbone lodged in esophageal rail —herbal tinder ash in stoppered vials—ribcage apothecary shelves
Shadow leans…Shadow steals
…Gasping…
— persimmon glow in bittersweet heat
his tongue tastes of Autumn setting fire to my nerves
—pins and needles
my body of sediment filth trapped in spider silk—of exsanguinated mid-winter plum—supples to maple burning life
I kiss him back
He mouths E-V-I-L to my neck
—lips devouring the decadence of each letter
I laugh rich star anise spiced lust
foreshadowing his aftertaste maddening my mind
—coastal asphalt and primeval sun
E.A. O'Connell
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