Queer Fugue
“rarely said aloud and not necessarily bound to any objective accuracy”

Whisper the move
from silence to silence
to loss within loss
A crashing anterior onto
Breath that breathes by
Itself onto
unseen motion
fades
shadow in shadow in shadow
 
Descending silhouettes
reciting the unspoken
vestiges of carnality
repudiations of desire,
unsung
illuminate the
corner of lust

cantos in cantos in cantos
of the senses
that lives past its
own conclusion
unyielded sanatorium of the mind
replayed scent of
the skin
of the skin in skin

the sleeping palm coils
sandtides hurl and bury
the untamed heart
as it searches everywhere
still
trumpets drown out the lyre.