poem
from my epic poem: Destroyer of Naivetés
Joseph
Nechvatal
sun
fire by a million
silver
drops of prismatic light
onto
wet eyelashes
the
play of light
a
contraction of the heart
the
dark wet fingers
proclivitie
touched eyes
circle
like corolla
flower
floating
into the silence
an
ancient sun with bends of water
eyes
clinging
naked
bodies
in an esoteric act of lustration
like
an extenuation
swelled
my bough with the sap
proclivities
of springtime eye
eyes
bristling with desire
eyes
sweating from this branch
fluids
of obscene virility
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