She, The Only Knowledge That Remains

I.

My mind is a juggernaut

of dirt and steel.

 

My hands on your body,

the arbiter of all that is real.

 

With tears that fall

like the spider crawls,

I sing these syllables

of voracious yearning:

 

how I want you,

how I need you,

to slide open these closed curtains of Self

with the silky drawstring of your trembling lower lip.

 

II.

Welcoming the sun-stream that kissed across his face,

the boy with the nervous fingers sat in the dusty tranquility

of delicate possibilities.

 

He recalled the way her streamlined caresses made him heavier;

like a burgeoning white dwarf star,

his heart hurtled towards the Chandrasekhar limit.

 

As they built the skyline of ideas higher and higher

with the love-painted bricks of body and breath,

 

a wall of shattered blue sky began to appear

in gorgeous streaks of orgasmic annihilation.

 

He reminisced how the rainbow of bliss

seemed to emanate from the softness of her skin;

as they encircled each other like planetary rings,

they dove in, they dove in.

 

Imprisoned in the throes of a glorious epiphany,

the birthplace of every element besides hydrogen and helium

became the volatile-but-fertile kindling of her seductive smile.

 

III.

My mind is a juggernaut

of dirt and steel.

 

My hands on your body,

the arbiter of all that is real.

 

With tears that fall

like the spider crawls,

I sing these syllables

of voracious yearning:

 

how I want you,

how I need you,

to slide open these closed curtains of Self

with the silky drawstring of your trembling lower lip.

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