Teary Erotic

The covering has been puffed up from the body

and the tears tumbling down the wreckage I lick

without wanting to know, just wanting, that order

of knowledge, like shimmying

into the shimmer of a thousand orb of days

tongue I thought eliding tears, the year of waste

with a taste of sweat and sexual fluid,

warmth against a situation, an afternoon with equal reason bitter

it revives, wind an adrenal needle

in winter's arrested heart.

Later, together, individual heads for the movies,

slow paces past spectacular dogwoods,

blossom white, undeniably

like an explosion, an affront to the personal,

the raw, archaic frigid

Yet one doesn't know in what way to hate the world

in its lockstep and disregard.

Unfragile petals, fraught wind.

To this day

the psalm-singer muffles through the desert

so lengthy past answer

the parched air answers

once les than the dried lungs sing.

Lover who left me I intended for a like reason

to sing to your not listening,

of radioactive ash shipped back to Bikini,

as a ridicule an ironic

catharsis of our not absent situation,

a plea,

and still it was income for the islanders

coming again, changed to the changed lagoon,

the enemy won above by a handing

out of t-shirts, a confusion of invitations

to dive by means of the wreck, perfect

for coral in the latest sumptuous twist.

O economy

of innocence for guilt for extravagant beauty .

an erotic

started in the sub-atomic

end in a tear that made it

over the breasts and belly to the sex

How to hate the world

of bombshells upon the naked beach,

the nearly naked body?

The lov missing loses shape

like the diver flying underwater.

Redemption, as the fused beaches

are beautiful, the lagoon

aglow with chemicals and phosphorescent life.

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