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