Where do you hide behind the eyes?
In the earthen dens you extend
Like spiral stairs I rush to ascend
On hands and knees, in dreams
Starry eye’d, voracious
Stark naked, selectively submissive
Who is he that wakes the gates?
Clutching at my thighs
The way hawks do the pines
In the moorlands of your moods
Where does the feral reside?
With foxes furloughed in autumn
A sanctum of badgers and bluestem
Who is he that orchestrates the storms
In your most adamant forms?
An alchemist in the stance of the pugilist
And when will you commence
Tongue kissing my mind, again?
a. duncan, 2020
(for troy nicholas)
Video featured track: ‘Castle of Sand’ by Jo Blankenburg