new poem written today

[iron_and_silver]

The indentions of our organs
(during lovemaking)

I can feel the uneveness
of his large intestines
against my belly
when he is clinging on top of me
like a dirty mountain climber
on the side of a cliff.
I push my belly back leaving
an imprint of my liver
on his side.
A temporary indention
for him to feel the excess
alcohol that i consumed
in my search for him.
He falls on me
like a great rock slide,
hair and limbs tumbling down
trying to find ground and familiar skin.
We rest.
Our organs press into each other
in a sryupy pool of heat.
4-1-03

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[oldirty.livejournal.com]

that's the hottest picture ever taken.