Nonetheless, a meeting of melds

There was a
spooky telephone voice trailing
and following a night shadow

What I said and said again and
all the words I ever heard, rose
from a cacophony valley of
singing

So I climbed the mountain and
planted a flag and added my
voice to the distant but present
din

I said “Hold me as I have ever
beheld you…”

And the landscape smiled and
the trivial birds chirped and the
ancestors continued dancing in
the valley below

Which contained and composed
her as a beautiful body, ultimately
unconquerable by any such as the
bear coat men

I knew almost all of her was
edible that her other explorers
had been mostly insatiable lust
lance corporals

Which for some crazy inexplicable
reason made her very hungry, in a
silent triumphant sort of way…
d
d
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Image: The Stomach Dance
By Aubrey Beardsley

Poem written for VC who I call Angel…