Ovulation
Shit, been faithful as Penelope
waitin’ on Odysseus’ wack ass,
fuck the fuck’s this fool at?
Said I said it’s reignin’ men, step out
go where my dogs at
and got ten leash in the hand,
whole high octane shep pack
and not a one got legs enough
get up on all that.
This right here, mama got back,
not just the kind rip ya pants,
break the bed, pray the bed ’cause
ain’t spine bumps all greyhound,
those dimples where it disappeared,
I disclose, rainy dove, you won’t last,
spent hours on the irons
so you’d stand a chance,
hun he gave up the ghost
but you’ve still got hands,
you’ve got hands and I want ’em,
just once ain’t ever enough,
you keep goin’ ’til I say you’re done,
put you out to pasture darlin’ right
right here, I promise I can be sweet,
I can be so
tender,
lazy strings so s-slow,
I can spell the shape
of your every need with my tongue
’til you’re the dark kinda soft
and lap that shit up. Waste not a drop.
It’s not enough.
Way the earth cleaves against root,
I take possession, I want
every inch of you. Give me color,
quiver, mouthfeel. Lips
on the bob of your throat. Arms
up over head, I’ll hold you down
while you decompose, this is how
mama makes
music.
Divination
Like a man gets me in my feelins,
daisy chainin’ patience tap a trunk,
waits a season if he must, mannered mouth,
dog deep in the sugars when they come,
s-sticky sap that muzzle shut
all the time it took,
oh he’s in it now.
Wove an arch, willow whipped ablaze,
marked the hollow where we’ll lay,
he’ll be a busy busy boy indeed much
much longer than a year and a day,
fix his pretty crown and drag
him all the way down
to bless this Beltane gate.
Pick the leaves from his hair,
trace the flats of his hands,
fingers love slicked double dipped
with our scent, my boy knows it,
has the taste, the palate,
lay and lay again, singin’ sinews
where he’s bent, x marks the spot,
a circlet every wheel spoke
made of any everythin’ around
for my favorite, my only one,
oh you know you know a man
is only God
the moment of his death. His woman
gives that to him.
Intoxication
What can I say,
I grew up on Mead Lane,
mama likes a frenzy, she inebriates,
blanket for his back, ridin’ just enough rough,
nape exposed and thigh sized up,
we’ll find out if this simple stud
has the makins of a King.
Honey when I say I want him hung,
I’m talkin’ Odin’s absolute surrender,
flyin’ fuck ’bout manhood ’cause he wants
to Know.
Gotta do to get there, banfilid blood drunk
battle madness, blade of the poetess
plungin’ at his heart. You know I fuck
with some mixed media,
one part science and two part metaphor
shaken on the rocks. Capsized.
No glass baby boy, open wide
open, tense shift perspective bump,
don’t ask who that was, wanna
see stars in your eyes when it’s
when it’s done. Give me tears
after one shot, swallow hard
and feel me burn. Belly twitch.
Amber lit hairs, buttered limbs slip
and slide, don’t care what’s next
so long as you’re mine own, flesh brazen,
you know
valkyries are swan maidens.
Confession
Call me Lancelot ’cause I’d fuckin’
risk it all,
wreck a table, a house, a kingdom
over true love. Fuck’s a grail got?
God? Hah. See you’re Guinevere
in this scenario, it’s not the chromosomes,
it’s the calluses, the seasoned touch,
horse ought to be wild and willin’,
let run, not fancy in a barn,
I want your hair down, guard
unlaced, or you weren’t wearin’ it,
let me know your plans tonight,
who your rider is.
I’m easy on the reins,
my legs do the navigatin’,
happy holdin’ on a bit, idle ya,
cradle strength of a pulse content,
swell and spent of each breath shared,
I said forever and that’s what I meant,
stars as my witness fervent, an oath,
some must be broken and others upheld,
swearin’ on God, King, or Country well,
that’s sworn nothin’ at all, scab of a wall,
barbed wire barrier call the shrike impale
traitors to the Sacred Heart herself,
among brambles rampant, berry stained,
we found a fire in the dark, you’re askin’ me
where we’d go if we just left tonight,
same as we’ve gone the first we locked eyes,
into the wild.
Oh if Love were always convenient,
we’d never understand sacrifice,
fletch the pain required to fly,
where no two spirits more alike,
as if fine-tuned from on high,
every shiver wish sprung alive,
the final kiss on every bitter why,
society may scorn and decry,
who knows not their self entire,
knows naught of true desire,
fire pure. We’re here on Earth
to keep each other warm.
Ride.
Remission
By now I’ve got a reputation,
and people jump the chance
to think a woman crazy, but see
that even keel I’ve maintained,
if run aground by thrashin’ waves,
it was never ’cause of that.
My ghosts are subtle, tasteful, even kind,
like damn you a busy bitch never mind,
we love you so much alright? Kiss, hug. Who’s we?
More than five.
Faintly clown the laundry song in bed
once or twice,
left my warm cocoon, very funny guys.
Mostly that front’s quiet as a mass grave.
Take a number, get in line or pay me rent.
You know how a life threatenin’ infection
can put an autoimmune disease in sleep mode?
How a chronic ache can temporarily subside
if you like…stab yourself? Burn your palm.
Like whoah, holy shit I’ll show myself out.
Remember Eddie and Venom?
That’s ovary one and two on my period right there,
anyway,
they’re buddies. It’s all…good. Fully
assimilated if not strictly blendin’ in.
Maybe worry about the apocalypse,
or bein’ dirt poor in America.
Or! That tablet papyrus whatever
written by some old codger to his spawn
tellin’ him to marry a good-time girl,
known to her village, let her be loud
and indulge herself, do not deny her,
for a joyful nature
marks calm waters,
smooth sailin’.
Benediction
This mouthpiece drippin’ blood,
bids a hollow muscle size of a fist
to pump.
You keep goin’ ’til I say you’re done,
and I’m not one to hesitate or deviate,
dead or alive what’s owed to me,
a matter of semantics when a goddess
takes a mate.
The command for either is the same,
and man’s only job ever been
sing pretty, give baby, be jolly and die.
The good way. Winged kisses huntin’
on a hedge maze, struck
by tooth or thorn or claw, variety
is spice. The many shapes
I take pleasure in. To be my One
is to check the Other box, Pandora not,
you were never locked, mine own heart
from the very start. No fatal form
I can’t recognize, improvise. Not my fault
they can’t handle what they see inside.
I’m bright.
The secret sun of a moonless sky,
what heat yet writhes in your veins,
or in your loins navigate by.
It’s my design. Men think they rise
to meet the divine. Some lofty Daddy
source to cite. An overmind. Fool’s errand.
A spoiled child’s cry.
Make your bed and act right.
Any woman knows each month,
where we stood and bore the pulp,
the fruit of us, of what is, could be, and was,
so we’d outpace extinction,
strove every step to develop humans.
Graciously await the day
you give back what you took,
return to Her, there is no great Above,
just a froth of stars in a tomb endless,
the gift of consciousness diminishes,
slips further from your desperate grip,
smothers if you cling to it. We learn young,
circadian and infradian rhythms, submit to sleep,
weaned from mother’s milk with lullabies,
rottin’ grown teeth sucklin’ that I,
we take our pain with our paradise,
all that grace your plate reminds,
you become life.
wyrdwind 