Somewhere in the Latitude

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
"Eternal as I am, I curl like a cinder in that blaze"
--Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

Submitted: July 14, 2008

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Somewhere in the Latitude

when my teeth
turn into the inquisition
and my tongue imprisons you,
there is no room for modulation,
and we turn into swamps
isolated from
the fog,
massaging this skin
at
the
tip
of our organs.
a dungeon my breath
starving your mouth;
an extortionist i am
catering sextants
to your ego
-your unwritten selfishness-
so that after my departure
you can follow the smoke from my ears
forming quatrefoils,
lined up along the perikrone,
somewhere present,
somewhere in the sky.

look at the sky someday.
look for me.

fetch my cuddles someplace in the constellations.
remember my agitation
from the tails of comets;
my extravagant dreams where I included you,
draped in massacred nebulas,
in sounds of the apogee.

look at the rotating cycles
holding hands
like we once did

look at my pulsations in the escalation of the universe.

as you travel,
as you walk on lakes that pretend to be seas
and attempt to prove the earth's no longer round,
look for me in the sky

and
squint.


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