Noisy Creatures

Sleep Sheets Bed Sex Feet Erotism In Love Toes
Sleep Sheets Bed Sex Feet Erotism In Love Toes

There is more dolphin, in our love making,
More snout, fin-palms and rising from the tail,
More happy noises, than what a child makes, with, 
Fist pumps, and sloppy drooling sounds
From her tiny little mouth. So in a
A short symphonic piece I stood, knowing what I felt
Could only be explained by feuding flesh,
In a language that was clumsily thrown out,
And yet filling my lungs with song,
Coming out like a swift hurricane.
Still one word stood beyond dyslexia,
Like a crisp syllable that stood at saturation point,
And lost herself to her reverberating echo,
And in that defining moment, I realized,
That churches were not the only location,
For hymns of exultation. There too were
Wind-piercing instruments
Carved into bone, that too, could
Sing aloud of a supreme god, while
Feeling every inch, like one.

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