welcome to the homosexual divine:
my morning cock on your morning cock
one slow throbbing grind.
the vaccine making its way through our bodies
is one long ache.
that’s how you know it’s working
when it makes a baby of you.
first spooning and then grinding and then
oh, the cat just screams
who’s gonna spoon feed us?
and the clock goes on.
running a hand over your back or kissing
the corner of your mouth
makes me want to open
the day for you,
or feed you my fingers,
or just eat you, here.
stupid on vaccine
I’m breathing your breath in,
not from your mouth
straight from the nose
and it smells so good
I can’t help it
it makes me stupid
and say all sorts of things
it smells like warm milk, hot skin,
like a pillow after someone sleeps on it, sure,
or like sap and split wood
but really if we’re trying not to use metaphor
it’s enough to say:
breathing your breath in is like breathing in a lover’s breath after fucking, after your whole hand
was inside of me, where you found first my heartbeat and then god in my cunt, while every
feeling passed over my face, after naming everything you saw pass, after fucking with one arm
sore from the shot
that will save us
from dying, we can’t forget it.
or at least losing the scent of everything important (sex, garlic when it first starts to sizzle, fresh
bread, armpits, leather, coffee, hay).
when we sleep I dream about being inside you. we’re on a roof. it’s an unfamiliar place but when you lay back it’s just sky and more sky.