72465, WOLF VISION Posted by TANGLUNG, Thu Feb-21-08 05:46 PM
{for Fateme}
In your homeland snoring is an ancient form of writing. arabic throat braille. raised welts on the blind skin of apnea translated through a vibrational canal of snorts. a language in of itself pleading rescue from the din of its own unbearable noise.
then later, you kick the covers away and primrose candlelight became a flicker in six degree incriments of separation between breath and dream.
such vulnerability the night has sewn into you. the comical quickness in which you'd cover yourself if the waking state were an issue.
still rigid as superstitious women in little Italy who cross themselves before concealing their prayers in secret bracup compartments where all devils fear to search.their tongues acquienced to the palpable silence wishing.
O little red nightie hood. i am but a mere manimal ensnared in the quiet stuness of you.a beast no one warned you of and you are an unwrapped package before me.tonight,the slant of all gentlemenly routine is now a failed experiment recoiled back into chilvary's lost memoir of broken parables.
an excuse to navigate your body's Persian atlas by greed of wolf vision.the primal stare. my coyote gaze animal enough to lick you awake.
a sight that touches. leaving behind no wounds to transgress against.lust as a lost art flirting with the dream portal's visible membrane. the line least implied between a half naked pose and the sleep you loudly talk into..
"See How It Sound? A Little Unrational."
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