(no subject)
heb-sed
the earth set at 7:15pm in the oven of the horizon
the last of daylight dripped as oily runoff
from the hotel gutters where it seemed to congeal
and mix with the air
which swelled and grew thicker in itself, emboldened in its hot crime
by new anonymity of the dark
we found our bare necks draped
in ostentatious jewels of sweat
we were left gulping from open, fourth-story windows
the shutters woven in a lacy pattern of decorous underwear
ripped off, exposing the stubbled nudity of night
tangy atmosphere
made us
red
our cheeks embarrassingly post-coital
in the presence of each other
in sleep, thin sheets
found my body and yours
and chiseled our sleeping forms in moon-burnt marble
the space between us a valley
where pyramids would be constructed from
the labor of our nighttime breath
and in my dreams smoked black
from the primal love of jungle heartwood
I was bound in banana leaves and buried
intoxicating fever fruit.
the earth set at 7:15pm in the oven of the horizon
the last of daylight dripped as oily runoff
from the hotel gutters where it seemed to congeal
and mix with the air
which swelled and grew thicker in itself, emboldened in its hot crime
by new anonymity of the dark
we found our bare necks draped
in ostentatious jewels of sweat
we were left gulping from open, fourth-story windows
the shutters woven in a lacy pattern of decorous underwear
ripped off, exposing the stubbled nudity of night
tangy atmosphere
made us
red
our cheeks embarrassingly post-coital
in the presence of each other
in sleep, thin sheets
found my body and yours
and chiseled our sleeping forms in moon-burnt marble
the space between us a valley
where pyramids would be constructed from
the labor of our nighttime breath
and in my dreams smoked black
from the primal love of jungle heartwood
I was bound in banana leaves and buried
intoxicating fever fruit.