Phalaenopsis Woman

Phalaenopsis Woman:
forest dweller of the night's wealth
She bathes in warm spring saturation
the lilac atmosphere of the evening in crush
elements in a humid acid surge
sweat beading ∞ linking ∞ chaining
from blanketed branches {softened moss and fractal lichen}
She awaits Him...

internal fever building {the anticipation: core welling} 
cotton stitch adhering 
Her skin glistens an amethyst sheen
His earthshine eyes pulled to each niche {wherein the fabric hides}
She acknowledges Mercury with a silent smile 
the discarded fabric a puddle of nocturnes in whisper with each ripple 
{the flutter of moth wings} / {the flutter of leap}
skin bare to the grass fed breeze
sweat spirographs Her body...

Her breasts
{supple}
fit to His palms
{supple}
His lips spread
{supple}

[...
His head muddied: accusatory fear 
{vivid beauty synonymous with venomous seal} 
He hungers / He surrenders all sense / He tastes Her flesh
{not all venoms sting bitter on the palate : not all sins correspond with Hell}
...]

lilac atmosphere pressed between Their bodies
Their sweat fusing {ecospheric universes in chaos}
and She folds Him into Her curves
Their bodies: crescent ~ eclipse ~ blue
and the descent of Her raises him higher
{higher still}
an ecstasy in the spectrum of Her...

{retrograde : thief of words : void of voice}
language for Him finally {spacially} hits His tongue {sensually}
as He breathes in hues and shapes Her name 
{He: savant of illuminate * She: sage of still}

E.A. O'Connell

Moon Over Reservoir

moon over reservoir
an indiphire refracted mercury wildscape
gargoyled by ink blown cormorants wading the arsenic falls
trees shoulder the stars as the wind kneels upon the water's sheen
an earth shift of unison breathing and neck magnetism
-the flutter / the lay-
an aria of incisions to the hydra-plane 

and from the celestial chaos casting back upon a shadowed visage
divinities widowed of astral threads
step through and rise upon the water's sheen
borrowing tobacco halos to rouge their lips
they sing no answers to man, nor beast
they simply web beauty through Spring's nocturnal temper

E.A. O'Connell

For Remembrance

Rosemary beds 

                            upon my tongue

                            each word

                            pressed to my teeth 

the burdened oil

bleeds

                            and I’m overcome

evergreen

E.A. O'Connell

Here is the Church

a brick facade 
shaken to the foundation 
a loosened stability
a door slams, the windows rattle
as a brick plummets
a bruise vocalized
it's a crack, it's a crumble
little hands receive the red dust 
nurtured into the fingertips
drawing a home
of child-sized dimensions, in an elementary geometry
standing within the frame
on pavement set feet
a brick chip pressed to the left foot
a line is pulled 
up ^ over > down: 
a body within the four walls, 
“here is the church”
arms in reach, hands peak with fingers pressing into one another
“here is the steeple”
brick dust about the mouth
a keyhole outline
“open the doors”
eyes slowly shut
sun streaming, illuminating interior lid shadows
“see all the people”

E.A. O'Connell

No more perceived |than|:

No more perceived |than|: 

the instant of conception | the burrowing through membrane | the fusing of two entities |{ separate | one }| cells dividing in a continuous cycle |growth | embedding in the womb | unbeknownst to woman |{ mother}| I | a transitional home | of a bearing light | a star never beheld | a tomb sustaining life   X   uterine apocalypse | a sleight | a grief | unfastened / unwedded :his heart | his silence | my son | took his leave 

E.A. O'Connell

:Where I Orbit:

:Where I orbit: 

I write to you: spherically ~ a thermometric scale ~ of GPS coordinates         

the tin of my tongue, bruising planetary impossibilities, while dismantling a plasma language

Sometimes I’m the pitch of kettle whistle pressure {release}

no ease. only demolition of molecules. 

Mostly I’m bass in the splitting of atoms: dislodging ~ restructuring anatomy ~ according to tonal frequencies

:What I truly want:

to relief map our bodies: tattooing astronomical chaos in prismacolor geometry

forehead-to-forehead ~ curvatures sculpted from seismic satisfaction ~ osmosis of shadow psyches fusing

:the genesis of a new silence:

E.A. O'Connell

For the Wild Daughters of My Womb

You’re inescapable: your energy gives you away: your posture writes the misfortune within my head

{Fighting ~ Writhing} You wrap her in linen until she’s small and dependent: tucking her beneath one of your ribs: because someone once convinced you that woman was moulded from man: from his bone: from his carnage

You bind her mouth: her eyes: her hands

Expecting of her to bathe in your marrow: soaking in DNA scriptures so she may be as you’ve always seen: the potential for so much more

You aim to improve on her design: to force an impossible innocence: a media obsessed shape: “My Madonna” : “My whore”

Repetition from a foaming mouth: yelling broken soul wants: “I love you with four chambers” : “Every one of my cells”

Suffocating: She: from the cell of safe keeping: the bowels of your hell

You feed her simple syrup from a dropper: a recipe of sweet compliance: anemic droplet-by-droplet: pray it travels her venomous veins: pray it malnourish her feral heart: “My docile pet” : “My pretty little arm candy”

You cut her one dimensional paper dresses: in a textile of ransom note letters

You speak of unity: the breaking of her: snapping her from your very chest: cradling her in the palms of your hands: pride in her transitional malgrowth

All the while: she yearns to die: plotting to secure a soft noose: hanging from that very rib of pride: swaying in that empty cavern: a voiceless echo: a metronome of No

I feel this tale web upon my palms: I sweep the prophecy clean

To the wild daughters of my womb: I speak: repeat after me

Never am I small: I’m goddess size: My voice is a tempest: I am free

I: a universe: of wicked math

I: a beast: of an unyielding ferocity  

I: a dark secret: a breathing folklore

In his company: the Devil: Himself: Avoids: Me

E.A. O'Connell