Retrograde
you …
whisper me -
regular intervals, but
brief, dim … softly skipping …
like echos from a shadowy wood
the words trouble my spirit
with their dark gravity
soft-speak fingertips
burning flesh for passion’s sake
etching their truth
more fiercely than blood …
your desire about me, circling
but in opposition
contrary to my norms -
antimatter alchemy
a carnal conjuring pressed tenderly to ear
my world made mute with sound
your aphotic orbit
the breathy spin that pulls me
outward, apart …
to chaos …
to erotic entropy
to the black, starry vault …
you.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, May 1, 2023
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