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 From the Books of Joss:
The Geology of Sex
(c) 2002 Sean Farragher
http://www.seanfarragher.com
sfarragher@nj.rr.com

The Geotectonics of Mountains

"The Geo-tectonics of Mountains
are More than a sunrise."   --Jack's Mountain Road By Sean Farragher 

 

Upon myself, I, Joss,
examine the rusted glaze
drying on my cheeks.

I am light before
the mountain. I am
before the sun and
the universe is child
to my obsessions.

Yes, I am older than light.
Mountains are an infant
when you consider the range
of crystalline morphology

I am soft triclinic rapture
to make my lattice sting
when I rearrange my shelf
of ions like a dragon
but more ferocious.

Dark inside my skin
where atoms become
crystals of my breath
drying on the back
of the earth's chest
opening her vulva
to gravity and storms.

Nothing penetrates
but heat and cold
in that mass reversed
as it melts into rivers
of magma like oceans
of sex dries on my thigh.

Every whim and matrix
enfolds ardor for my face
my hands hold his mouth
open to absorb light
with my pleasure
rising into translucent
eyes and as I stare
we tumble, mutually
twin grains with that
core to breathe
we molt from fissures
flooded ice, an expanding
contracting universe
colored with nude
and black skies,
with one stream of rose
madder to settle
where points of sun
divide gender and spirit
for we lose more than leaves,
we, erode to particular sand
and revive as nothing finishes
but the after shocks of
earthquakes and rumble
of uterine wells revealed
in that last moment
when we, as the earth
can not stop our birth.





More Joss at http://www.seanfarragher.com/Joss

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