PARTITA A Trilogy
I Coffee break
they lean into the space between them
faces illuminated with interest
or pheromones
they leave their coffee to grow cold
he explains
the phenomenological world
materialist dialectics
kama sutra
blind to the world
they take one breath,
exhale,
then one more
deaf to all but one voice,
bellies, breasts, crotch, hair,
focused,
limerance absolute
immeasurable, preposterous, unquenchable appetite
ravenous for bone and skin
avid for muscle, fat, blood
finger pads on webbing of toes
hair against breast, tongue edging earlobe
voice in the valley
notched between the ends of clavicles
the roar of alive
II Lust
He just wants
dominion over money, mind, body, over piles of flesh
ownership of toes, taste buds, hips
ownership of thought, intention, ambition
piles of stuff no one wants
She holds hurt in her bones,
in mind in dreams
at the edge of fingernails
scraping the soul
two, cancered with regret
shrunk into a teaspoon of sown salt.
III Weight
hard tumor of hurt
no need for absolution
unrequited
untouched
no amends
left with fingers
bent backward off open palms,
calloused with unanswered forgiveness