Fabric of a Kiss

          by A.E. Jenks

      Young boy
      tattooed himself
      to my velvet temper,
      My untamed parade.

      Slapped him with melody
      He choked and smiled
      in my hedonistic web.

      Coma in my lane,
      He swam for my height,
      Thinking it was all
      that kept him from me.

      On a day
      Any heifer would do,

      When an obscure
      Light was leaking
      From his eyes,

      Like some buttery monster,
      I granted him a minute
      on that vinyl couch.

      His dizzy feet came at me
      With a swollen breeze.

      All I saw were
      chaotic scraps of light
      And stray, red knots.

      My counterfeit kiss
      peeled him to the skull.

      Nine years of him
      packed in a kiss.

      He heard parachutes of violins,
      Swan beaks insisting love.

      I saw a drowsy sow.
      Still, my lips tugged him to oblivion.

    
    

    First GRIST On-Line publication, 1996. © 1996 A.E. Jenks