Jan 27, 2010 12:11
insidious membrane
thousands of steel needle-trees
growing into my flesh
anchoring, stitching seamlessly
Itself
to the deftly woven redgold silk of
Myself
[and i can still hear you
underwater
encapsulated, like
this.
and some light filters through
aqueous, refractive
but here in the
benthic zone, we keep the golden
syrup of time, crystalline
cold
in suspension within the slow pulses
of blue green blood and
primordial skin]