soul tremor tremor tremorssss


Happiness may strike fatally
in large chunks like invertebrate love
like a woman draws arrows with her eyes
into my hesitant loins
she urges the rut with her arched back
creeping on my spinelessness
closing the hole of shyness
with large chunks of her indulgent womb

Hear me sobbing like the dawn
hear her vapor descend
like warm, clammy skin thus
filling my cavities like poetry filling the lacking
the sob falls backward
over the tongue, speechless, into the larynx

like soap washing milk-white hair
sideways on the neck with misty eyes
I wash her out, welling up and willing
indelibly she laps up my surrender

the pit within me, gleaming, she is
covering,
her skin like a sheet
as if the bed was slipping
sliding in her clammy gaze
my body cowardly on trembling legs

fatally
lost smoked
my soul
fatal sacrifice
a haze
of myself