3 Rites of Tenure, Duncan McGibbon [no david read aloud .TXT] 📗

hatred,
as I bite,
lick,
draw blood
to inundate
my sterile ponds.
I fear you.

I hate you,
tactile probers,
my hands
investigate
your body's town’
like an assault force,
occupying.
Sunsurge
that thunders
from reservoirs
of brain-blood,
I hate you.

I fear you,
fear the crab of fire
that crawls
across the dual beaches
of your skin,
fear the torrent of hair
you give me.
The fire,
fierce lips of rain.
The fire,
death in the unwritten bone.
The fire.

Drowning,
I pull at these roots
for air.
I fear you.
The smell
from your hair is of rain.
It burns to woodsmoke.
I hate you,
hate your aloneself.

Angry with tears,
twin planets.
storm-hidden,
I hate you.
The fire,
I love you
aloneself,
I fear you.

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Publication Date: 11-13-2010

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Dedication:
To Chris Villars