comps proposal without bibliography

I know what you want
i know how your limbs
fold twist turn bend break
i know i want you
i know my vocal chords need to be
pushed to the limit
i know there are no limits
i know you
i know the feeling of your skin
i feel the ground underneath my soles
my soul wants to lie next to your soul
they want to sip coffee together in the mornings
they want to wake up next to each other
in the middle of the dark night
for no reason except to kiss
you will put your hands together
and clap out a rhythm for us to dance to
and my feet will feel freer than waterfalls
on the carpet on the wood floors
on the stone staircases
there are dead flies in our light fixtures
but we are too busy sweeping
dust out of the corners of the bedrooms
too busy fluffing the pillows
too busy boiling rice and
microwaving frozen vegetables
set the table
lay out the forks and knives and spoons
and fill the glasses with wine
and we will drink and eat and
put our hands together and
pray before it all
and thank god that we have made it this far
closing our eyes to see the impossible better
closing our eyes to hear what we normally ignore
the dripping of the kitchen sink
the creaking of tree limbs in the wind
it is a hard silence to bear
as we wait for the moment to end as we
wait to pick up our sharpened utensils
and dig into sustenance
and let the sound of our own bodies be all that is
that is all i want there to be
pounding and pounding of our muscular heart beats
in the empty space surrounding our beings
rushing blood rushing water
through our throats
through our fingers past rocks
in rivulets in streams
in waves of ecstasy and nervous twinges
of arousal between comforter and bedsheets
between the ceiling and the floor
who knows where we will end up
in the end who knows how we will
get to where we need to be
go with me to the super market to the
drug store to the gas station
we will buy doughnuts and orange juice
and pain killers and everything will be better
and we will sleep and wake up to a breakfast
of almost-champions of runner-ups but
that will have to do
for me that is all that is required of life
and when i go home i will lie and say
i was the prize winner the glory seeker
achieving everything that can be sought
and i will spend my nights sipping
decaffeinated tea and surfing the internet for
unfound words that will tweak my brain
in unforeseen contortions
i will give myself up
my self seated on piano benches
at kitchen counters
in car passenger seats
i am wondering when life will begin
when my preludes will turn
to main courses to body paragraphs
to the robust palpable pulsing realities
of which we all dream secretly
when the stars have gone out and we are afraid
and i would call 911 about the car
driving backwards on the highway
but i follow the example and i hope
the whole world turns backwards and upside
down and inside
out until we know nothing
and then maybe i will slither past your chair and touch
your hand and kiss you and we will
make love and the sky will tell us
that we are right
and that is all we will need
in our world that is not a world
worshipping a god that is too weak
to tell us what to do and
by then the orgasmic explosions of the cosmos
will reach our little planet our little
universe our little sphere of mundane existence
and we will be incinerated and we
won’t see it coming and i will embrace
every part of you so much that before the end
i won’t know my self anymore
before the end i will be in love with you
for the first time


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