In Fetish

A poem


His shadow spills over 
hunched under the actual,
there she holds an armature above, at ease
 with deltas of running blood,
across the conical sinewed and split 
an invitation, a command
 light wraps over
like an adhesive vision,
giving all the darkness this map,
a spreading raptor, her limbs
like wings of skin and volumetric ether,
this living object, procured with sweat
to take space, displace the soft
with thick and heavy elipse.
She locks knuckle into web
hands behind her head, 
taking turns with each bicep,
pumping columnar flesh
into orbit around her neck,
the vessels engorge with blue
and fractal magenta,
over bulbs like fresh blown glass,
somatic, snow globes agitated.
the screaving glow of labor
in droplets, bead around the meat,
faster, intermittent, thickening
built from biological strata
the size of them under tongue
the ripples emerge, thinning skin
the slavery in his urge to eat
to suck, to envelope the immense
the heaving sex in cylindroform,
as those in her breasts, her pelvis
her mouth, he cannot turn  
from the glistening power,
the jewelry of fiber and blood
the chain of endorphins as she lets in
his heat between her wings, 
her nourished machines,
a fetish in it's chrysalis.

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