your scent
leaves menever!
roses like velvet
intimate dabs
behind your lobesmischievous drops
behind your kneespenetrate your flesh
as you move, your warmth
leaves a quiet trailwalk now…walk away
so I can breathe you indeeply…
—x-changes/so-realism
I adore you Eva, and always will…❤️
Michael Dumontier & Neil Farber
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Toronto, Canada: Nothing Else Press, 2019
Fridge Magnet 21.6 x 27.94 cm.
Edition of 15 signed and numbered copies, each unique
or porcelain skin
her hair is dark
her scent is different
her laugh, contagious
she loves to play
she feels at home
in strange places
she’s warm sand
beating drums
rushing blood
eyes filled with fire
—
—x-changes/so-realism#poetryslutsunited
together…apart
in the quiet of the night
post zoom ceremony
the silage of your
recent passing
WEIGHS THICK!
sticking to me
and my everything
the frozen air
this room
my skin
entering
my moist lungs
my shivering bones
then nesting
into my broken
yet beating heart
confirming
even in the presence
of death
we shall not part
—x-changes
In the merciful depths of the underworld
your cold hands grip my warm wristsI merely knelt at the Lethe’s edge
remembering
how I, and you, and he,
and a sky much redder
than a sky should bewhen you said
that’s me
that’s my breathAt the indigo hour of a sunlit day
your warm mouth finds my cold skinI merely rose to the water’s edge
anticipating
how arms, and lips, and tongue,
and a sea much redder
than a sea should bewhen you say
that’s me
that’s my bloodWe three dove in head first all the same,
drenched, and thrilled, and ready.I kneel
at the Lethe’s edge
plunged in blessed forgetfulness
up to my wristsand I remember
the price of prophecy.