Sunday, March 10, 2019


The Language of Body

Your smell,
Your hair,
The black hole of you,
Sucking me away from science.
Just pheromones, I know,
But they speak the language of body,
That tongue which,
Invented by our vertebrate ancestors,
Brings man and woman together.
I am crashing
On the reef of your hips,
The up-curved nose of you,
The studious lashes of your eyes.
My fossils call with dusty voices,
Write us into story, they say,
Publish the tales of our evolution,
But you are already written
On my hands;
You are the generation
Of light.

If you like this::poem, why not check out the collection in which it was published,, Metastable Systems:

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