Shake out and spill over. Drop your clothes to the floor. As nomads cross borders he writes past the margins of your paper thin skin Let him. With vermillion inked pen craft cradling strings as you kick out your foothold.
I should have walked to the Tate across sun blazed bridges. I should have sat cross legged with the Rothkos. In dim light cried small, breath-jagged tears. Dissolving my pigment into their burning edges. I know worlds precious as ruby, deeper than vermillion, more vivid than carmine. I want to let go of opacity. Spill out of my love-bruised body. I need to be colour prisming, physics snapping, purest abstract as I negate reality.
My friends stay in the shallows Their dog whines at the shore. She isn't sure why I'm a lake creature now Lose my land-legs to go deeper. Pirouette in the water. One arm After another. I rain-dance the rhythm Of leaf-drop, darkness, and fall. I'm a thousand years old. I was born in this mud Murk-inches lie ancient, below me. Where leeches lie waiting, where eggs begin hatching I'm dying and living, again and again. Legs heavy and awkward at the dock ladder Dripping onto manhandled wood. These blue skies won't last much longer. I take the hand of my lover Heart as deep as the lake Bounded by seasons changing forever.
Photo by me, taken at Grace Lake
In meditation upon you I lost myself. My toes curled into themselves and I fell inwards. Filling with storm floods. Naked in dark water. Swimming with gills. I breathe your air between wet lips. I am paper thin pale, you colour me red as I break my ribs to go deeper. Entwined, we become both more and less. Electrons energise, orbiting, exchanging. We are pure reaction, molecules of sex, coded so complex I became intangible. Indelible. The marks we lay upon each other. The vivid dreams of life together. We held hands tight trying not to tremble. Creaking loudens as water swells. Swallow screams as we submerge. In black water our bedsheets become jellyfish wrapping stinging strings around my neck. Your eyes empty and you slip away as silver bubbles steal my breath.
Pixels buzz on dusty screens Motors whirring in gestation I built all of these machines Calculating wrong equations. In light it fell through tin roof rust One raindrop sparks the crashing system Night falls painting metal frost Captures the corroding kingdom. Then snaking vines constrict cables tight. Weak walls collapse. And bursting in Sunlight blisters unkeyed plastic. Mold empathic eats synthetic skins. Leaves blanket, dew coats nettles bold with burning stings. My empire was dead but it grew. In the passage of years I may discover In deep soil, a decayed resistor And think back to when it was new.
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