Instructions to a smuggler of daylight

Clothe yourself first and smear
the glow between each rib
not counting the one removed,
that defective thing buried in the ground.
A woman somewhere eats tubers
as if yours was a sour food found,
but she too may wed the earth
soon as they hold hands and birth
a world of lesbians, of halves and thirds.
Iridescent now in your only bulb,
the bulb on amphetamines and strokes
in seizure, in an empty glow
you stole from it. Remember that fit,
it isn’t theft if you placed it
over your heart instead of your cock
for feeling daylight warms more than dark.
What you may thrust against,
panting, eyes closed and wholly tense,
that is hollow, love, love is dense.

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~ by Jeremy on December 20, 2010.

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