Insecure mirror
The figure: oblong
and elite
eyes intently
obscure
obscurely viewing
double exposures
in the full-length
mirror
transfiguring
the border of her
body into
a shoreline
I, like all men,
become a
transitory wave
speeding towards
death
leaving cryfull
kisses
to evaporate
into the oblivion
of her
loose bonds
but in this way she
becomes perfectly
lonely and insecure
and impossibly happy
in her post-modern
body
Love shorn between breasts
She is but a bust of carved skin
sailing upon billows of bright
strawberry scented bubblebath
her base begins with mouthpieces:
two bulging protuberances
(tongues!) burnt red with heat
reaching out
for my cool lips for my frozen tongue
but beyond these the bulbous mounds mount
broken into pleasure’s supple crucible
(the only place emptiness is allowed to bloom)
it is there
that parts
of me melt into metal
beads of mercury
that will never cool into dust
This side Swann
I could never temper with
Botticelli or Bellini
the way old Swann could:
reflecting all the loveliest
girls into them
melting flesh into oil
comparing dewy tenderness
with Renoiresque brilliance
stroking quivering hairs
as patiently as a painter
gives them feminine forms
then he ends up fucking all the girls
that I wanted too desperately to fuck
Once, Swann
replaced my father’s lips
upon my mother’s brow
burning years from my youth
and disfiguring my manhood
with his limbering lewdness
and laissez-faire doctrine of love!
Now we share a common daughter
lovelier than Manet’s Olympia
born from his seed my seed
interrupts her growth
we are a family of whores
faithfully loving each touch
of cold cold skin
