Body Parts, in Heat

Skin compels – flesh impels, creates a symmetry
from chaos – plants alluring lattices absurdly through
its jungle growth: herds its hormones into armies
so completely irresistible they give war meaning:
leaning into this conglomerated swing and zing,
you feel: what else could possibly be real? Here’s

the news: you’re up against it, dear: defenseless.
So, bare your vulnerable body parts: give your world
some views. Reject rejection: relish any jealousy
you foment – any hot avowal of desire: jump right into
that sweet sweaty vortex, that consuming sucking mire:
hold onto the best of it – abandon all the large

considerable rest of it behind accommodating prison
bars your consciousness will hastily provide: we’re all
amnesiacs on portions of this ride: you’ll recall
the time before each gray inevitable fall – not the fall.
At least not when you’re feeling this transgressively

voluptuously tall – and true. Have a ball. Or two.

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