Sunday, November 21, 2004

The Meatus

those holes
men and women share
so the landscape can mix
with our innards

the meat canal
through which music passes
into the ear

the half-mouth inscribed
in the face
of your cock

the channel for piss
carved in the front of me
where my flesh gathers itself
like a tucked skirt

those holes that
pierce us
let the night in
and the darkness out

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