fire on fire (for One Shot Wednesday)
the whelp carouses
under el arbol de fuego blazing
rubbing a hind leg in rhythmic
push at the fevered trunk
dust gathers a small storm
a haze in the roots
of the birds-of-paradise
she prowls the hive
of a mid-equinox sun a tremor
in her steps touches the stones balking
at the rumour: Venus
has sipped from Pluto’s venom
she conceives black tongues
the women read on leaves
the sun descending stalls
midway on her whipping the whelp
for felling el arbor de fuego
as if fire on fire does not
consume the elements
in the wind the yelping
shreds the buds of trees
her screams draw
the night in moaning as if
torture is ecstasy
when body and soul those
tautened strings
lure hands to hammer
chords whimpering
she arcs her breasts
to suckling tongues of fire
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in ecstasy (for One Shoot Sunday)
the constellations cast a spell
on the roiling depths
gurgling in its altered state the sea
bubbles rolling a thousand eyes
as if dying
but in ecstasy enraptured
its frozen depths splintered
as million bits of bliss
an ocean of grief shedding
sheets of unwanted lead
sheen on silver
blinds receding stars those recalcitrant
asteroids mere reflections
on the translucence of illumination
a sea of enlightenment
the body once
a heaving mass of regrets
roaring now soars
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