Having Lived With You
having lived with you/ for so many years, i kinda knew what it was you wanted/ what it was you liked/ in that orchestration of a silent language and other things tongues are for/ the darker planets of your delicious bed/ how sharply in it, your cistern just beyond those anal lips discovered in the catacombs/ death itself remembering children under savage-arcs, kissing them, then forgetting them/ we were riding horses under the river bridge and with clenching hands ate our apple dreams again/