Monday, March 28, 2016

Erotica

Erotica


Babel is blind. He has no eyes
so he touches, rubs
his fingers over the words
of men that in the terror
of their silence know there's a secret.

Babel’s pleasure is fast and hard,
it comes from far away
and rumbles inside my heart
with the noisy jolt
of a sleepwalking volcano.

It drags an ancient mud.
There are broken bird feathers
in its pubic hair.

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