Violet light violence
friction striking, seeking escape of my veins
—still in rigor fashion—lung reflex silent—
my dusted pulse animates in shadow peel, shadow step, shadow melding with atmosphere
—filtered light through bottle green bones—a porous drift song—
he carries languages of oceans long extinct
that slow dive through starling slick to a boiling chlorophyll-bio-luminescence
—a folk-like pixie light essence—
making an expedition of my fragrance
mapping me with pin pointillism pleasure
October wind through cattails and reeds, the marshy mirror of evening cloud scatter
—breeze of clove and seasoned earth—
fingers fall, hollow chords on glass strings
...exhalations...
tissue flesh cracking, peeling
a Japanese lantern skeletal cage, the fossilized artifacts revealed
—fish bone lodged in esophageal well—herbal tinder ash in stoppered vials on rib cage 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 spider silk, bejeweled with mica and mist
—of exsanguinated flesh in mid-winter frost—
supples and burns, an amarayllis trumpet depth, but with sakura flush
I kiss him back
he mouths E-V-I-L to my neck
—lips devouring the decadence of each letter—
I laugh with a lust of star anise shape
foreshadowing his aftertaste, maddening my mind for days to come
—coastal asphalt and primeval sun—
E.A. O'Connell
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