the colour of your eyes is a sermon

kneeling at the bed, my mouth feels for you
in the dark, searching at the smell of you,
finds your swollen velvet, the apogee
where time becomes a nonsense

I salt the rind of your hips,
squeeze your brood to sentience and hatch
a moan, I seed my palms into your rut and
watch your lips arch as they root

my tongue speaks itself in lazy drags
lapping, i am your balm,
your salve,
in lucid, slippery language
here, I can feel the world’s pulse
here, the wolf and the lamb, tucked
inside a single jewel

if god is alive, he is here, lanterning
your eyes and plucking our breath.
if god is alive he has drenched us both
in rivulets of touch
baptized by our
sweat

An apparition, strictly speaking, is merely an appearance (Lat. apparere, to appear), the result of perception exercised on any stimulus of any of the five senses. But in ordinary usage the word apparition denotes a perception (generally through the sense of sight) which cannot, as a rule, be shown to be occasioned by an object in external nature. We say “as a rule” because many so-called apparitions are merely illusions, i.e. misconstructions of the perceptive

IRON NODER XVII: ALL'S FERROUS IN LOVE AND NODING

Awwwwww yeah, it's that time of year!

Time for the 17th annual edition of THE IRON NODER CHALLENGE!

Many hundreds have tried. Mere tens have succeeded. Do you think you have what it takes to enter the hallowed HALL OF THE IRON?

All you need do is...write at least 30 things worth reading in 30 days.

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