“Does not my heat astound you. And my light.”

I will take the plastic flippers off your feet and put my lips to your feet.
But what I am aiming for is not to kiss your skin
Or any other organ.

I want to put my mouth to your mouth. Or, it doesn’t have to be a mouth.
Your nose is fine. An ear. Maybe my ear to your mouth.

I want your hollowness to meet my hollowness.
Your cave to link to mine
And then the voicebox becomes obsolete.

Don’t want to eat you. Don’t want to touch you. Don’t want to enter you.

I will show you the common satellite.
We can go grocery shopping or watch the sunset.
Then I want to put my mouth over your mouth.

One stab of outside through our body. Out throughout.
I know you are very beautiful.

No time machine or capsule could make you more beautiful.
But that is an aside.

“Pure? What does it mean? / The tongues of hell”

The wind will blow through us, one string.
Our skins fuse like early cells to become one sheet.

I will sing to you and to me, larynx twinned.
No one will hear. We will be the only ones, the one canal,
The one curled snail and hammer to the brain.

Real ecstasy is stasis.
I will keep my mouth on your mouth.
Our blood will mix, grape on grape, crushed seed.

“Your body / hurts me as the world hurts god”

Let us wrap ourselves around. Around nothing, self around self.

Hurtle around a pivot. Hurt sits in the chest.
Purity strips the meat from inside.