A hollowed out intimacy.

Dark flowers
grow from blind roots
to become the gloss
and depth of ambiguity.

A sorrow climbs
a roofless tower.

Thigh deep
genitalia deep
the weight of rain clouds.


~~


Shadow play
between storms.

Rue has no name
for such naked passions.

A weight moans
within a weightless artery.

~

Between exposed legs
a dragon climbs
towards a crooning heart.

okey umber
held to the throat
as a gravity of loss.

~

Fine hairs
stroked to arousal.

Black waves
churn the milk of twilight.

A drowning wrist
above a whirring hand.

~

A corded thrum
held tightly
until longing emerges.

A cambered bow strikes
to glimmer,
to lay bare darkness.
Hairs soften
on the up curve.

~

Pressure rubs sound
around saturated fingers.
The belly hums on.

A flutter gleams
before thunder
pulls it apart.



















(C) Eric Ashford July 08