My Body Broken
by Diar©
My body is broken
on the plank
of your tongue
like the cannibalized flesh
of Christ
in the dry wafer wavering
on the crest
of the wave of
a parishioner’s starving tongue
that laps it up
and down into the blackness
of his throat.
My skin is saturated
by the waterfalls
of saliva
that you cleanse
the sacrifice of my flesh with
before you bury
the totem of your manhood
into the unsoiled earth of my body.
Your lips retrace the boundaries
of my mouth into
an open well
no longer closed off by loneliness
that washes the scent
of the breath
of your honey-stained kisses
with its ecstasy gone unbridled.
Your hands are like chisels
that reshape
the barely sculpted limbs
of my flesh
when you pull me against you
and push me under you
in the throes of making love
that mimics
the artist’s madness
in the sublime heights
of genuine creation.
My body has been broken
under the weight
of the pleasure
of self-abandonment
that your embrace
has enclosed me in.
The Vessel Vanquished
He mirrors me with his many faces
as he throws the
sybilline leaves into
the wind,
making patterns
out of rumors and desire.
His unkempt hair washes
against the classical Greek columns
of his high, flawless cheekbones
like the warm midnight tide
as I trace the taut, whispering
movements
of the mauve-shaded lotus-
petals of his lips
along my skin
with the erratic compass
of my ember colored eyes
contouring
the multilayered plane
of memory
with the scent of him
in the midst of mountain-rugged sex,
his sweat scattered in
bullets across
the broken armor of my flesh.
by Diar©
My body is broken
on the plank
of your tongue
like the cannibalized flesh
of Christ
in the dry wafer wavering
on the crest
of the wave of
a parishioner’s starving tongue
that laps it up
and down into the blackness
of his throat.
My skin is saturated
by the waterfalls
of saliva
that you cleanse
the sacrifice of my flesh with
before you bury
the totem of your manhood
into the unsoiled earth of my body.
Your lips retrace the boundaries
of my mouth into
an open well
no longer closed off by loneliness
that washes the scent
of the breath
of your honey-stained kisses
with its ecstasy gone unbridled.
Your hands are like chisels
that reshape
the barely sculpted limbs
of my flesh
when you pull me against you
and push me under you
in the throes of making love
that mimics
the artist’s madness
in the sublime heights
of genuine creation.
My body has been broken
under the weight
of the pleasure
of self-abandonment
that your embrace
has enclosed me in.
The Vessel Vanquished
He mirrors me with his many faces
as he throws the
sybilline leaves into
the wind,
making patterns
out of rumors and desire.
His unkempt hair washes
against the classical Greek columns
of his high, flawless cheekbones
like the warm midnight tide
as I trace the taut, whispering
movements
of the mauve-shaded lotus-
petals of his lips
along my skin
with the erratic compass
of my ember colored eyes
contouring
the multilayered plane
of memory
with the scent of him
in the midst of mountain-rugged sex,
his sweat scattered in
bullets across
the broken armor of my flesh.
About Diar:
Diar lives and works in Queens, NY. He is a part-time English professor,
poet, and critical prose writer interested in becoming a copy editor. His
literary influences are the British Romantic poets and the French and
British Decadent poets and writers of the late 19th Century. Diar is also
greatly interested in philosophy, religion, and mysticism, especially
Eastern philosophy. Much of his poetry and short critical prose is heavily
rooted in the literature and philosophy of the 19th Century, as well as
Hinduism and Christianity.
Diar lives and works in Queens, NY. He is a part-time English professor,
poet, and critical prose writer interested in becoming a copy editor. His
literary influences are the British Romantic poets and the French and
British Decadent poets and writers of the late 19th Century. Diar is also
greatly interested in philosophy, religion, and mysticism, especially
Eastern philosophy. Much of his poetry and short critical prose is heavily
rooted in the literature and philosophy of the 19th Century, as well as
Hinduism and Christianity.
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