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like the moon he is my lover

Posted by Jai Narayan on March 6, 2005, at 23:07:17

My lover has his body tightly
secured against mine
it is the primordial dance
I round the bend
my body curves
"no touching the moon"
the goddess says
I hook a left
my arm arching over the pale orb
I fold into myself
holding the vanilla wafer
in my belly
I am the moon
on my parchment skin
scribes write their story
in Japanese
with brushes licking my thighs
I will rise every night
my body eclipsed by the sun
how will I know I exist
no one can see me
my god I sink into my dreams
they take me on a journey
down the cool river
the dark water curls around my ankles
I am sucked into the depths of the seminal fluid
I can see the dead who are caught on the sunken bridge
their faces are paler than the moon
I gasp for a breath
I must swim up to the surface
but in this darkness
what is up
my eyes can see the arks of the silver moon rippling
I go to that light
as I breach the rivers surface
my breath spraying out the crystal droplets
I am alive
really alive
the dreamy moon drifts across the night
my god I am alive
my face laced with the ice
this place is so cold
I am numb and in the limbic region
my body floats on the tide...
a muskrat rides along next to me
smelling my chilled flesh
a beaver is busy chewing on a sapling
I curve around the moon
she is good to me
we are drifting through space
into the milky way
a star flickers over my open mouth
as I sink into the river I have explored
I have spent years peering into its green gold depths
small fish flick their tails at me
eels slide by in their long bodies
a decaying lamprey wraps around my right arm
I am going down to the murky muddy bottom
to sink into the silt
I can see the ancient earth settle on my eyes
sleep now
I suck in the cold
as my lungs fill
I can rest with this
a hand reaches in and pulls me up
the dazzling stars are dancing over my glazed eyes
the moon is slipping over my slimy face
he has got me in his grasp
I puke out the frigid liquid
his soft warm lips fasten
hot breath purges my malaise
I am alive again
I am alive
the moon celebrates
my journey from Hades
the cold death
the hot life
the moon watches
he is my lover


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