10 July 2012
Ideomendeia, You wear datura blossom And bring the bar To a frothy stop. 'come with me' I dream you saying Until, surpassing dreams You take my hand With solid promises. And in the night The gloried, sweaty satin Of deepening hollows You do things to my flesh Which don't belong to words Strange ecstasies stacked, In lips and fingers As though you are beyond flesh See every nerve's response And play me like dice. I whine in seas of pleasure, Whine because I'm lost Until you bring me back Muscles tense, back arches And I know you aren't from here.
In the morning's real light My pillow warm, yours cold You left five pebbles there In a cross Cool with loss I almost brush them off 'Ideomendeia' I say Five tiny stars Beyond the sun, A cross of lights The place she Travelled from, And where my seed has gone.
Ideomendeia • Opuss № I