GEOGRAPHY FOR THE HORNY
his smile is all the contours of an equator
trembling
a little self conscious; see, here, he is all instinct
no demeanor nor poise
see, here, this is the world in him
he laughs so wide i think i can see his
core
inner and outer
they are a little self conscious, too,
in the way that they are exposed when i skitter my fingers
among the hollows of his curves
ribs
neck
like spiders, running, dancing, skating
as the ground shakes beneath their scurrying legs
laughter erupting through his ribcage
and his inner and outer cores
they are a little scared, too,
see, they are so central
they are necessary when they crave contingence
necessary is such a raw need, a passion,
we are nothing without our passions.
necessary is the passion for the earthquakes, the bones shaking and rattling
in his world
when my equator aligns against his
trembling
a little self conscious; see, here, he is all instinct
no demeanor nor poise
see, here, this is the world in him
he laughs so wide i think i can see his
core
inner and outer
they are a little self conscious, too,
in the way that they are exposed when i skitter my fingers
among the hollows of his curves
ribs
neck
like spiders, running, dancing, skating
as the ground shakes beneath their scurrying legs
laughter erupting through his ribcage
and his inner and outer cores
they are a little scared, too,
see, they are so central
they are necessary when they crave contingence
necessary is such a raw need, a passion,
we are nothing without our passions.
necessary is the passion for the earthquakes, the bones shaking and rattling
in his world
when my equator aligns against his