The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

January 30, 2008

the kiss

the kiss the touch of life and death
darling give me your last breath
i'll place my lips against your skull
and marrow swoons and all is null

and void against the gristeled grid
your lips my bones construct a lid
that turns self-slaughtered in the wind
o emanents please let us in

the chest and groin

among sites hidden nightly from one another
are chest and groin, no matter what bother
one sticks to, male or female blend,
and chest and groin come to untimely end

a hand moves, fingers, thrust and throb, then silence
death hangs tattered on the scanner's fence
gender falters in ungainly weather
somewhere worlds collapse, one's metal mother

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