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Blood defrosts my icebox lips
As I draw them together to kiss the stars
That exhale ancient breath down
On this ruined Eden.
Dead stars hollow out,
They form vacuums from the lifeless,
Like frigid drafts
In the breathless Catacombs.
The Earth’s satellite pulls me gently by
Vital fluids swelling in my skin.
The Moon forms tides in my veins,
An undertow in my cheap plasma,
And geranium waves
Of my red and white blood cells.
It shifts the corals of my spine
Until a fault line breaks down
The center of me.
Life is rocking back and forth,
Death is shipwrecked on every shore.
Mozart’s Requiem explores my ruined daze,
Composed in magic-coated insect melodies;
River nymphs and the lullabies they sing,
Ancestral sisters and everything,
A ghost drowning in the sea.
I swim naked and reborn into the Ocean that holds
A lunar reflection;
I float like a corpse
In the spitting image of a monumental moon.
My body full of water
Dissolves into a body of water that echo’s
The night’s Celestial Body,
Only causing a ripple in the moon’s mirror.





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The following comments are for "My Body of Water"
by BAAL

My Body of Water
Damn you! You've gone done it again. gorgeous hallucinatory picture, endlessly inventive images, pleasingly disquieting after-glow. beautiful. How am I supposed to concentrate now?

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: November 14, 2006 )

Earthly
Your body and mother earth meshes in this poem in a way that makes me think you guys are lovers. I enjoyed this piece so much. I have been reading it over and over again trying to think of the perfect thing to say in accordance. I realized that you said it perfectly yourself. I'd love to get inside your mind. This was ultimately perfect. Thank you for having thoughts as such. And thank you for sharing them.

( Posted by: follylolly [Member] On: November 15, 2006 )

I like these new directions
As (I think) I said before, I really liked your old stuff, but these new directions you're taking, these new things you're trying, are damned exciting. This poem is beautiful. It's like Clive Barker meets Stardust.

( Posted by: Viper9 [Member] On: November 18, 2006 )





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