Poem
Mindscape
Begin with the familiar. There is
a reason for the warmth of flesh,
the slow parting of lips
and ways, and the gyrating
thighs that slice the moving air.
There is a reason for the thrust
of bone on skin; the nervous
shiver of the veins, the reddening scar,
the slit across the face
where the smile should be. Start with the familiar;
the savage grin you try to beat
out of your mind; the delirious
silence that screams beneath
your skin. It will begin
to feel like an old friend, leaping out
of hidden corners in the dark. Then, let go.
Let go of the cracking twig,
get a grip on solid ground,
step away
from that chasm at your feet.
Stay focused on the thought,
it may be heavy on your back,
but in its warm, deep pockets,
there is sustenance, jagged
though the can-opener edge might seem.
Hear the whisper in the bloodstream;
slake your thirst. The unfamiliar
is on the other side,
and there is time.
a reason for the warmth of flesh,
the slow parting of lips
and ways, and the gyrating
thighs that slice the moving air.
There is a reason for the thrust
of bone on skin; the nervous
shiver of the veins, the reddening scar,
the slit across the face
where the smile should be. Start with the familiar;
the savage grin you try to beat
out of your mind; the delirious
silence that screams beneath
your skin. It will begin
to feel like an old friend, leaping out
of hidden corners in the dark. Then, let go.
Let go of the cracking twig,
get a grip on solid ground,
step away
from that chasm at your feet.
Stay focused on the thought,
it may be heavy on your back,
but in its warm, deep pockets,
there is sustenance, jagged
though the can-opener edge might seem.
Hear the whisper in the bloodstream;
slake your thirst. The unfamiliar
is on the other side,
and there is time.
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