In the hinterlands of my imagination

where freak storms roll in

like drunk women in frilly skirts

causing painful, beautiful murder

of all normalacy

I see through lightning

the shape of things to come

high on thicket verge, washed with thunder

for moths to pelt their fragile wings against

till dawn

and it is no wonder I stay in shadow

gripping my childhood memories

brandished against unseen specter.


In this likeness, I grow blind, a portend

wishful of erasure

in another

we dance lubricated

our throats thick with mirth

finger prints dipped with sexed perfume

straddling our sore thighs

in time to the evermore chant

forged of want

and guts and blood

fresh from spilling

2 Replies to “Duality of desire”

  1. We face Desire,
    Meeting Eros, Kama, or
    Or by some other name
    Like unto another deity of yore
    Janus, of the two faces
    Knowing fear of the danger
    Knowing hope of the bliss
    To withdraw to shelter from the storm
    Or spread wings to ride the wind
    Is there a third way, a middle road?
    Perhaps I heard it sung by a modern bard;

    “‘Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
    When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud
    I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
    Come in, she said
    I’ll give ya shelter from the storm”
    [Bob Dylan – Shelter From The Storm]

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