in this atmosphere

All the proof I will ever need
      proof for or proof against
will be found where I look for it

See I see with eyes forged with desire
      and the colors they will allow
      and the colors they will emit
are under rigid censorship

But how else would passion breathe in this atmosphere
how else could my dry bones come alive
and my skin drink in the joy the wonder the fear

Find within my frame stardust
      yes it is there and it is here
      and yes the stars are still in labor
      giving life even as they die
      and yes the stars are not orphans, nor vagrant vaginas
they too are children loved and servants faithful

I spit or salve but I do so always with anothers  moisture
      I take first - I take and take and
by what name do I call these droplets of life in my possession

Reviews

[Emily Rae]

this is a powerful piece. You open it with a thought-provoking reality when you write,

"All the proof I will ever need
proof for or proof against
will be found where I look for it"