You
June 16, 2006 7:46 PM
I could dream your flesh, ice-age desire, evolutionary aches in waves upon waves upon eons solidified, petrified in one stripped-stark-frost of a moment moment moment plunged into so many depths of fire and flame and fire and-- son-of-a-bitch this is it-- this is diffuse bliss, tunnel-swimming light so close so backward-waving-balance-close, edge upon edge upon a hunger as deep as the big bang, revolving twister of a desire full-fledged and trebled with arched and sweet-plucked love, yes love. ah yes, this is the sun, this is both of us hurtling into the sun, a thousand fathoms gone, a thousand fathoms born again.