Jannat Alam
cypherpoeticas
life of mundane pearl-things. simple breath
heaving bare. in your turning callous silveriness.
pharmacy of prayer, we revulse in folds,
hollowing... no more flesh could steal you.
in kneeling body keels blinkless &unflinching.
you should embrace me.
i am only as clean as you let me.
in always I vulture recognition: wage of echoes,
palimpsestal. seed-like &fragile, soft creature ‘neath
mossful stone. dewy, I held myself in limp custody
in want of what needs me.
decadently knotted are you my enemy?
so terminally saint-like, lipped in pity, my
only martyr, cloying. how I refute neediness.
distant the touch fevers at blister, irreparably honeyed
heaven grazed. nodding off, the days deep,
sunless.
o fretful undoing! in your wanted, bury me.
weep innocent. express pulse widening pressure,
that annihilated, an organism expires caught limpid
‘tween stone &promethazine.
does anything feel good?
i make fists to your ransacked image. &when my ganglion
roots in perfect unbroken this uvular apathy—best
on my side, one loose, one dying—
in cordial asphyxiation...
‘neath dream, ‘neath dust little worlds, barelegged,
churn in tryptamines. i want to live past entropy, sunlit.
organism in vertigo, praying to bruise time—
i’ve never resisted,
there are no roots in deathlessness.
in the deep of un-dying, in its soft belly, we have been
peeling. gutless.
palm-cupped in entirety, name your devotion.
allowed the futility in creaturing golems,
no one was held.
in catch of teeth, no fate in hunger. mouth of the pit.
croon, shoulder me, intangibly, you are raw.
ripe, this manyness, when blood meets water: the flesh
imbibes. you have been so little of what’s passed.
of clouds... oblivion, my fated providence, you—
stinging slightly, i dreamt of neat cautery...
i rupture, i rupture. atomy in rot. you open, liquid,
the coerce of tomorrow, promise iron. my name is dogma,
congruence.
earthen &wordless, artifact of self. in chokes, how a lung
expulses: the most caressive of tones...
your true face,
in gallow of softness,
the suture of heaven, my own, my own, my own...
wilds—! freshness of blood copper,
mouthfuls. more always. the spell of restraint. the edge of my
weightlessness. fleshy, organed pupa, wet with plasm—
would you have me? just once?
i am yours &you won’t even know it.
pulsing, ripeness is all. i snake trickling spine, lush;
the flesh of new nature, hew body. reset lithe.
pure creature at release. from where do you possess?
i am fresh from the tidepools, futureless.
praise of love,
fatal glimpses uttered.
need in my gentle. rise from lips. the soft cartilage of want,
o! supple violence— for you, everything.
i desire the utmost.
i want you to see me.
lamb—
preciously dewed &seeking
let’s give ourselves back to heaven...
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Jannat Alam is based in San Bernardino County. She edits Reap Thrill sometimes.