Seduction
Locate the jagged fractal softness
of your body in mine, mine in yours,
atoms honed to silence by the blade of our gaze.
Be the emptiness I Am but muskier.
Not an absence of desire but a wanting with no I,
an ever-expanding erotic hologram
coupling with liquid likenesses.
We are ripples and fractals of fire
who frolic like the moon on still dark water,
reflections of some other light.
Love frees us from the truth, dolphin-green
chimeras beatific in a sea of lies.
Even the name of God is a lie,
poised in the parenthesis of zero.
We are fearless petals in a hurricane,
no longer believing in roots and stems.
Halfway through the poem,
halfway through your indecipherable life,
you still search for “meaning” in this
atavistic hieroglyph that seals a temple door
which no one opens but the priestess
with the face of a cobra,
black famished panther belly,
rune-laced dragonfly wings
revealing only the ineluctable
Pythian babble of what merely Is.
Your eyes are broken vases spilling
emeralds in the beam of your shadow.
This is not poetry, it is seduction,
one thread in my entangled ode to untruth,
web of terror, sweetness, lies
that weave the world.
Comments