Sensuality /sɛnʃʊˈalɪti/ (A Poem)

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Clara CCF. David Bowie - Heathen. YouTube. Live in Berlin, 2002

Sensuality /sɛnʃʊˈalɪti/  (A Poem)

I'd been meditating on loneliness. To be alone. Solitude. Sleepiness. When the consciousness recedes and the mind regulates without that thing often called "you" (mostly you) controlling. Sensual input takes over. Lifts the chest. The eyes close. Memories in miniature. Heat. The rising of the heat until the just beyond. The just beyond. The air just beyond that. The viewable, see-able, oh so transparent air just beyond and beyond until the horizon, until the obstructed infinite. To the last resolution. To the last resolution and its gradual coldness. Out to the un-sensual vastness. There. Where near nothing and nothing near happen to be. On one passage from the distant warmth of ruins. The historical kind of distance. Something utterly cold but warm in memory. Elegant for memory. Fuzzy. Shaved clean. A Pythia. Possession. Calling forth from the distances. Remembering warmth. Promises. Long lost sensuality. The warmth of now. The Nauseating warmth of now. The corrosive vomit from chemical poisoning. A medieval sword. An assault rifle. One croissant. One plate of fruits. Meats. Sedentary absorption. Of burning logs and oil consuming essential fats. Connection. Crisping the belly fat forked from round the spit. Building the fat to encase the soul. Building the essential fat to encase the waking you, wanting and not sensing the waking other. Sucking sensuality. Tonguing the warm wet labia. Waking momentarily. Sleeping. Seeking the lower lip and biting. Sensuality. The Nipple and The Hare. The nipple. the areola, the just beyond the space just beyond the outer pink and stained edge on the whole of her. Passing, the stall. Passing on a sojourn south, a pile of change exchanged. A wisp exchange. Will-o-the-wisp. The warm touch of an ex-wife. Her pussy. Sharp prick. The air inside. Inside, the hot moist air. A chance sensuality. An erection brought on by REM sleep. Exposed threads. A lump of stiff fibers. Pimples. An irritation. A little death. A small part of one. One, divided. Not, but, a whole of the part of that small selected part. The nape of a neck. The back of a knee. Sweat. Raised beds. Space. Plenty of good earth. Plenty of good Earth under plastic. Condensation. Warmth. Growth. Uncovering. Exhaling. Leaving.

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“Capodimonte Porcelain Factory | Rabbit Catchers | Italian, Naples (Capodimonte) | The Met.” The Metropolitan Museum of Art, i.e. The Met Museum, https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/207167.