of fingers tightly warmed in pockets now arises in warm explosion—whiskey crash, stomach walls.
what once became a fluttering
of rubber wings between groin and sternum now releases ‘tween once tremble lips—harmonic webs, contextual sounds.
what once became a flush
of bloodied rivers up the center towards the cause now becomes two drifting dimples towards the sky—warm harmonic baritones from ‘tween chest and thigh.
II. Past Insurrection
there once became,
a man from Greece, backwards. her loved he, until Night— silent as the breath of dawn, departed he her arms.
III. Now
contorted.
a vine. ideas wrapped python
grip around an ancient wooden man: so too we struggle. so too we squirm.