lurch

two poles of a planet, magnetic flesh
exhalations that are not words
but are incantations
palpitating, pulsations
tremors all along one's insides
the epicentre of the soul's sigh
a woman-shaped rod
a man-shaped hole
a slide inside
filling the emptiness & finding a place to reside
I am so afraid that if I breathe too deeply
the expansion of my abdomen with air
will break this funny state
this skin of wax around us
(encased, in case we slide off the side of the world)
a form somewhere between hot molten liquid
& a hardened shell
neither brittle nor completely malleable
you're neither brittle nor completely malleable
it makes us delirious with desire
(for more, for this to never end)
& possessed by the act
some sort of darkly-divine ritual
that will convince you to sign over your entire life
to loving & living & existing like this
tug-of-war with proximity
the want for closeness & the need for air
the best method of suffocation known to man
that such things could pour from the mouth!
obscenities, pleas,
please
extend this second & give me now over everything else
I'll give you everything & then everything else.