Convince Yourself

I know I haven't posted for a while, but I'm not cheating, I swear! I may not have "finished" 7 poems by today, but I have started one every day, and I think that counts. Now I'm just going through and editing them each day so that they make logical sense. :)

When I started this....it was shorter.


4/5/12

It is the breaking of bonds:
two bodies peaking at the chest,
volatile, volcanic,
not so much sharing
as simply in the same space;
wayward arms grappling, legs flailing.
It is a pulsation of--
a remembrance and want of--
freedom:
pulling apart so hard
and ricocheting backwards.
    Footloose, spread-eagled,
    tumbling head-over-heels.
Acrobatic.

[If it were underwater, it would be a dance.
It would make the fireflies cry
that they could not be there;
could only see it (blearily) through apposition eyes,
everything convex, glittering like cobwebs:
diffracted rainbows obscuring the (re)solution.]

It is all engraved in a shudder:
a shiver, a tiny tremor
deep in the braided chords
of her espalda;
quavering like the bowels
of the farthest caverns,
stalactites vibrating with timbre.
As she buckles forward,
those rubies bulge down her seam,
those Rosetta stones divulging secrets
in long dead languages [languages never invented]
to anyone with fingers tender enough
to decode.

He is trying to restart,
to bind the laces of his sternum closed,
but it is a rabbit heart beneath the buckles,
that he coddles in the cockles
of his breast-bone.
A rabbit heart: beating so hard, so fast;
sure to rip apart.
Soon, all too soon, it will split along
its hare-line fractures like an egg,
like the tepid waters beneath his feet:
scattering with ripples and breakers.

All the animals thought it was a tsunami,
an after-effect more treacherous
than the snap:
the crack and explosion following
a severing of something.
An earthly [r]evolution that outgrew its limits;
continents and crusts splintering where
foundations weren't welded tight enough.
They all brought out their water wings
and breathed in through gillyweed lungs,
but it isn't...

It is not a collision between boundaries,
it is the subduction of things;
a dipping and crawling:
shifting.
It is a breaking of bonds:
two bodies separating at the chest,
sinews snapping like the delicate roots of trees;
thick and earthly, unrelenting,
unlacing.

It is a realization of--
an acceptance and
(in some ways) want of--



the end.



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Some words are used incorrectly on purpose i.e. hare-line fractures....rabbit, come on.
And espalda just sounds much more elegant than spine or back.
Tectonic plates, anyone?