SandScript 2020

But I knew we never could, never should
You ever return to that yellow barn?
I heard it call you when I grabbed your hand
Knives sharpened and horses squealed in alarm
You spared the mares but cut my virgin land
It would be wrong to ever dare abstain
Here, shuck this corn and we’ll go once again
I would slather you with melted butter
Let it drip down my forearms onto you
Merely larded sticks on one another
I’d beg, plead, please, anoint me all of you
No words this time, only hot silent vows
Closed eyes, wide lips peaking above my hips
The stars our sole witness, duct tape on mouths
Our breath caught in twinkling celestial fists
The memory razors me into lamb
I traffic the blood with a tourniquet
Your love too strong for the cloth-covered dam
Your marrow my heart’s only ligature
Am I wrong? Are you wrong? Were we so wrong?
Wait, I can hear the stars singing our song
POETRY
Boy, you’ve changed, but not into a man
With your towheaded views yellowed by hate
A fisherman in fields of maize, stagnant
Rubbers glued to the muddy stalks of fate
Loneliness does not make you waterproof
It can not extinguish love’s pheromones
Jump free out of those soggy socks and boots
Leap into my pan of pure masa love
You won’t, you can’t, you wouldn’t ever dare
That would paint you hungry, unsatisfied
So, you smeared suicide into the air
Made me bleed to prove I, too, am alive
Forgive me, I send you one last invite
We should have cornbread sometime, you and I
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