illustrated thoughts in bass string voices,
pulsating my nerves and flesh
summer breaking autumn,
like a tree’s bark in plaster crack ruin
eyes drain of color at a wind downed apple
your appetite whetting
mental storms in atmospheric fury,
cast a cyclone pressed orchard
you think upon me
upon the first bite,
a succulent revelation
swell of lips,
will of hips,
and grass stained thighs
the waning warmth of rain,
welling within the whorls of my fingerprints
the length of your spine
your head rolls heavy,
full with earthen-womb daughter songs
your eyes see ghost shadows,
dancing in the wake of rusting leaves
our imprints remain,
giving life to tenebrous dreams,
proof to
the incarnate
the resurrection
the impossibility
the walls of your mind,
still echoing my feral breathing
E.A. O'Connell
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