The Progression Concept

“deeper”
we the angels
and artisans
sing in unison.
deeper
where the bones and roses bond
like pasty breakbeats.
deeper
(inhale)
deeper
into to the torso
into the center
where we
the children
are born and nourished,
where the horizons are halved
and lay open like lotus
deeper…
where the sun splits the sky
creating oval heaven within us.

+
the stage is set and lined with neon.
we are in between planets.
pulled in balance
and as our middles meet,
our toes touch
our palms press like glue.
skin almost touching…
…almost touching
…between our curves,
coves and hip bones
lay codes of the hottest heat.
a vacuum for our breath
we breathe in circles
circular breathing
exhale into you
inhale into you
exhale into you…

++
he is the Foundry’s anvil and mallet.
where they meet and spark,
cums his throat’s very wishes:

“from my toes she ascends.
pushing with her my blood.”

“from my chest to my neck ascending.
blood still firmly pumping.”

+++
arise, my lover.
i call to you…
and she
our heroine
emerges from hot pink dust.
smile loose
and comfortable
skin shine with 60’s sexiest glow
and from portrait to profile,
perfectly symmetrical.
the purest of poem.

++++
sing to me
sing from your teeth
a cool wind for my throat
for it is battled and bruised for you.

from my tongue to hers:
a cool mint treasure.

let this plane and dimension
forever expand
to prove there are no walls in eternity.
from lover to lover
head
heart
across each shoulder
from age to age
i have collected thought.
how it has made my eyebrows low.
several times they have choked me
several times i’ve tried to expell
and several times
gospel has fallen on deaf ears.
(not to mention very thin lips).
i have bent my knee to Jehovah
time
after time
after fucking time!
i have been born and reborn in infinite birthdays,
where time,
audience,
was the enemy.
yet with every mark, my skin has bonded with itself
producing tight, chord-like scars.
they are now rope for her.
they reach miles to meet her.
and she,
above all women,
fancies her hands around them.
she,
as teenager,
is the most blessed of rewards.
the sweet sweat of my earth’s result.

+++++
a wingless angel, i give her mine.

++++++
she tilts her head back
and opens her mouth to my wisdom.
she speaks to me in letters and songs.
the very tune my ears long for.
sealed in cirtus cotton and love beads
i eat her words like and drink their meaning.

+++++++
on me she rests
and so does her future.

++++++++
time,
no longer the enemy,
waves to us in near distance.
mere seconds.
he is blond
white
and clean
he is average
normal
and holds no intimidation.
as our planets continue to expand
and fill space
the stage fills with pastel petals.
the lighting is a warm, incandescent cyan.
and we see our friend time,
surrender his envelope to the maker.
and upon holy palms,
we rest in red circles.
when closed to pray,
our bodies kiss within His.

(c)2009 Jonathan DeLucia, all rights reserved.

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