(no subject)
"i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new"
i enjoy the thought of how simply different it was on this day and time of last year. how the process of change or even the final act of change seems utterly eternal. how a single touch could transform into a complete bundle of obscure possibilities where every subsequent word or gesture exhausts all the meanings in the dictionary. how such an emotion could be categorized,labeled, and jammed into the tightest curve of a body is beyond me. it's physically impossible to hold something so expansive; the pressure of water straining against the floodgates. and you think of the release as an apocalypse, the physical embodiment of the collective tension infecting everyone around you like a plague. the incarnation of egomania.
but when it happens. when the unexpected release transcends the sickness that is rational thought and surrenders to the flux, there is no ego. Dionysian overtones ripple through the senses and you bask in the thought that the world didn't end at all. it has just taken a turn in a different direction. one with the sweetest kisses imaginable: light grazing, dizzy, tender secretions of the unique flavor of our skins.
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new"
i enjoy the thought of how simply different it was on this day and time of last year. how the process of change or even the final act of change seems utterly eternal. how a single touch could transform into a complete bundle of obscure possibilities where every subsequent word or gesture exhausts all the meanings in the dictionary. how such an emotion could be categorized,labeled, and jammed into the tightest curve of a body is beyond me. it's physically impossible to hold something so expansive; the pressure of water straining against the floodgates. and you think of the release as an apocalypse, the physical embodiment of the collective tension infecting everyone around you like a plague. the incarnation of egomania.
but when it happens. when the unexpected release transcends the sickness that is rational thought and surrenders to the flux, there is no ego. Dionysian overtones ripple through the senses and you bask in the thought that the world didn't end at all. it has just taken a turn in a different direction. one with the sweetest kisses imaginable: light grazing, dizzy, tender secretions of the unique flavor of our skins.