Friday, July 28, 2006

life forms*

the pillow-top of my lips
perch next to
your ear,
peering between the
crumpled fabric

i look for a way in

my whispers
billow out
as bubbles,
caught on one side
of your face,
like morsels upon
little whiskers

my words are
making you
hungry

and
i want in

the warmth of baked goods
escape between the
soft dough
that outlines my mouth;
the heat of my breath
traces paths
across your landscape
searching for hidden messages
and secrets
beneath the skin

you're hungry
for something to
chew on

and
i need to get in

you lay still
and play dead
so that you become
inanimate,
an object,
a device

a trap

your chest heaves,
your limbs uncoil,
and the curtain of your lips
pull back;
a breath as hot as hunger
floods out of you,
and before i can pull myself
away,
it's over

the predator becomes the prey
the subject becomes the object
the man becomes the meal

i wanted in
and now here i am,
littered along your walls,
stuck between your teeth,
and ringing in your ears

i wanted in
and
i wanted immortality
and
things that are not alive
can never die

so here i am

inside of you
and
immortal








* Isabelle, painted by Audrey Chihiro Kawasaki.


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