Irritable Mystic

— "mu" fifth part —

His they their
we, their he
his was but if
need be one,
self-
extinguishing
I, neither sham nor
excuse yet an
alibi, exited,
out,
else
the only where
he'd be.

Before
the long since
remaindered
body, imagines
each crack, each
crevice as it sweats
under cloth,
numbed
inarticulate
tongues touching
down on love's endlessly
warmed-over thigh.
The awaited one
she mistook him for haunts
him, tells him in
dreams he told
him so.
Such offense,
but at what
won't say,
moot
remonstrance,
no resolve if not
not to be caught
out. . .

Abstract advance, its
advantage unproved,
unbelieved-in,
vain
what wish would
give. . .
Late eighties
night
momentarily bleached by
bomblight. Awoke,
maybe inwardly wanted
it,
wrestling with dreams
of the
awaited one again.
Thought
back but a moment later
what moodier start
to have gotten off
to,
angered by that but
begrudged it its impact
and
so sits remembering,
pretending, shrugs it
off. . .

Arced harp. Dark
bent-over body. Esoteric
sun whose boat its
back
upheld. . .
Unseizably
vast underbelly of
light,
limb-letting thrust.
Tread of
hoofs. Weighted udders of
dust. . .
His it their she
once they awake,
the
arisen one,
world
at her feet,
her feet
one with their
rapture,
ankledeep in damage
though she
dances. . .
The slippings off
of her
of their hands define
her hips, whose are
the suns whose
heat
his nights taste
of
and as at last he
lies her legs loom,
naked,
loose gown pulled from
her, sleep
turns.
And he with his
postures
cramps the air,
bent
lotuslike, lips
part kiss,
part
pout