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.