Dirty December
Inebriated moans
and alcohol songs:
a midnight muscularity of
candied groans —
sweet, rough, and nocturnal
like a black bee’s bristly honey
licking my ear and
lulling me everywhere and here.
could your kiss grace mine,
my teeth would melt into sugary brine.
Willow hair
and wooden cheeks:
you are muscular mud,
that wraps this recluse so meek.
I am lost in a forest lake
where still ponds roar,
but lodged together with you in
invisible wavelengths
in saga and lore.
You’ve carried me
so I’ll carry you
through a tsunami of nights —
to the shore where January touches,
and Manila bites.
Brown biceps
and cherry lips:
against miles and time,
your buff embrace
has squeezed me into
a mush of velvety pastry
out of diabetic prose and glaucous poetry.
Now, my pale skin
drips with the sugary crimson
of literature
and longing
and love.
Whiskered lashes
and pillow cheeks:
dawn draws from
the white paint of morning jizz —
puffs of muffled confessions,
and soft giggles of greed
sonorous with pissts of sultry deeds.
How does lust seep through
a glass sheet
simmer on cotton heat
and haunt me in my sleep?
Slithering tongue
and fenced teeth:
spit a tear in my shot glass
and we’ll make out teeth to teeth
until screeching calcium kindles fire
in our lush lips;
until a sun burns through
our tongue-coiled mouths;
until spittle-filled cheeks slit.
Brother, brethren
and betrothed:
an amber seed will sprout
in our mouths.
I tell you:
gulp with might and mettle.
Let it scorch the throat
and sear the chest
until it reaches our hearts
and feeds it
flares it —
warm and fiery and safe
to be hearth and home.
Soon, time will
scrape off the rust
and smith hearts’
ends and edges
and it will luster
with bold sharpness!
We’ll poke at plump passion,
never sheathing this pumper-dagger
into its sorry scabbard — again.
We’ll venture into towns after towns
riding tottering trains,
tattering tyrannies,
tapping tombs,
toppling tycoons,
and trending titillatingly.
As we journey home:
we’ll slice through woods and worlds
and carry the twigs of romance,
branches of brotherhood
by the fireplace in our chests
to keep us warm
through an everlasting winter,
through a dirty december,
and a muck of a lifetime.
happy birthday!
12/17/20
