Drawing and Writings
"Conclusion"(Excerpt)
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He formed all the necessary black holes.
His brain was an upside-down bowl.
His spine a straw.
His stomach a can.
His ears were satellites.
His dick got hard and soft with fluids.
His glands were tuned to emotional situations of
surface, enough, redness, blackness, and matter.
On the outside, he shaped into a good-looking male with long limbs and sea-blue eyes.
He finally walked away from my hair, but the link remains. The sun and moon both trigger this link. A bumblebee, any mention of a horse. Or, seeing someone running, that’s a trigger. Any great times or bad times. The cat, a birth, the rain on the window, after a sandwich, all triggers.
It is the chromosome of never-ending thirst, that dry, prickly emptiness and then the soft filling of the cavern and the tube: the flowing, soothing, also the way it burns, kind-of, and how it creates laughter and feeling and love and sex.
The link is the sweet aloneness too, when you feel you might do something worthwhile and great and desired by the world, when the courage comes and God comes in too.
-Published by Dancing Girl Press