2 poems

[cyybergod]

"territories"

if i could go out exploring
the soft
curves of your landscape
wiry hairs concentrating
converging, a flock
and dissipating across your
lithe legs
it would seem you are
an amalgamation
because there are forests
alive on your
legs
but a constellation, small freckles
Orion bends on your knee.

"whether"
when you spoke that night
i
felt it in my bones
and two days later the storm
came through
it tore at the trees
filled the holes
screaming wind and thunderous wash
echoing in cavernous puils
as you closed your mouth and
wetly opened your eyes.

(jv, 2010)