UNBORN,xxxc.

I saw her bones last night

I will never forget
that stained ivory
beneath
her pale pink skin
I also saw her soul
made flesh
standing over me
held up by her
soft feet,caged
in black vinyl high heels
bright as present
pastless
toes masked in
the futility
ov 1,000 caged tigers,
shadowless,without care,
displeased with God
sick ov poetry.

She drank my soul bloodles,
unbalnced
straight no chaser
our souls fluttering much like a black flame,
in a black house
flickering
as one our communion a wonderous thing,
my cock as far in her ass as tommorow
that lovely ass
our movements new hymns
her moans guide my force
her sweat on my belly
mine on her ass,
changing shape, changing directions
dripping with every thrust
down our thighs
tongues in tranced
eyes
shut,nigh
finally spent sheets
are pulled
we merge we deserve each other
all erect,moist,saved,

then,this

pasts made ov glass
doors too
lack ov air,lock ov hair
and ov course we make the rejects
tell us stories ov evictions
and ov Hunter S Thompson
ov sparse crowds
drowning in a riot ov a thousand strong
swung wrong,we are the rejects
we have been bled
held
 in rooms sans beds curtainless
 eyeless,with fog in our heads,
the cigarettes are lemon incest
execrating and mindful sending
 us reeling
 stopped
by the dullness ov their blades
O the tragedies ov recognition
swimming between the bend,
us so angry blue,
bend behemoth,
dance,dance,
dance...

We talked all night sometimes with words
sometimes by touch
sometimes in silence,

by sunrise we had been

unborn.

-Alfred Huete

23 October,2010