Friday, July 31, 2015

Blue Moon Tarantella

Whichever dance you do, the solo or the courtship,
Anchor yourself to a place where mastery of distance bespeaks
those lines and curves and balancing and tipping into great mystery.

words and picture by Bruce

Friday, July 17, 2015

Immediate versioning

Within two oppositional forces common ground bleeds between boundaries
Verses livid mathematically voicing secretions banished and blessed

My want of you polishes her blade of inconvenience and seduces entry
Point and sliding into my sex pierces those interweaving explosions of recall

Whose bounce travailed incontrovertible evidence that who we never were
Divides into a chromosomal spiral and proliferates within my fantasy of hurt

In this painful daytime drama inordinate combinations flee forward along
Supercilious ridge ringing in ears the almost silent breathing, calm down now.

words and image by Bruce