On the silver summit
I recognized the goddess
And one by one
Lifted her veils
— Rimbaud
What are you waiting for
Why are you driving me crazy
Stay in the pulse come on break
Into an action in which natural
Processes are not interfered with
React according to circumstance
With irrational but persistent agitation
A woman possessed of more gifts than she can bare the Unnamable Jen pinches back her sweater hem casually presenting the fanciest soutien-gorge in her class to these two astonished eyes
Try to combobulate this is reality with no ready reply a natural manifestation of the universe radiating agency over her body and visibly firm skin regard this being in matter this undergarment with a cupid look picture her unerring poise her unnerving pose the manic gleam of her sinuous quest to release herself from all perspective a sacrificial priestess still victim of her own choice of exposure congé yet inescapable a daring darling becalmed in ripples of our time & space illusion or reflection we are two simple happenings that got entangled in this revelation of the One purpose yet we worship an unknowable mirror image
why again
An articulation of the human body itself a language lined with flesh licentious & the awesome power of sexual desire namely a nonejaculatory but not entirely healthy obsession with a young beauty who seems to derive perverse pleasure from tempting fate fully aware there’s harboring fascination having overheard that she’s the prettiest girl in this section of the city indeed a daisy seeming to belong to a higher sphere with her pleasing ways the object of this flattering yet alarming male colloquy fatefully drawn to an inviolable moment everlasting within a mythic context where she would rise to an immediate union a union which cannot be imagined or described except to say you know I’m diggin’ you girl