the kiss that absorbes energy

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There was a girl that I would meet under trees, who I would kiss into an ancient stupor of

underground dark, her mouth secreting that Almond-Joy, subtle flake of coconut and sweet milk.

Girls didn't wear lipstick in those days so instead she showed me the edge of her girldle  where

those metal garter hooks dug in her thigh and made those tiny little pink circles like the meeting of

strange eyes, where the stars were as bright as the teeth on a giants face, and I forgot how I got

home, just woke up the next morning with the screw missing from my eyeglasses so for the

remainder of the day I pushed and pushed my glasses up, missing an arm, around my face

like that old Buick Century that ran when you didn't want it to and that made that sound from

the wheel well of scrubbing coitus of bee and polen, polen and bee in sweaty, short intervals of

jewell and tulip and sourgrass where those crazy birds danced their musical chaconne in what

seems like triple time in that frangipani stew of adornment; in that motionless whir where sight

and sounds were the acquaintence of the deepest growl of physical existence, from the

enchantress lip.

Reviews

[Tree]

Those early kisses linger, forever I think. I remember my first year of middle school when Bella (practically a woman and a member of the ninth grade Clan) sucked off my face behind the wall of the gymnasium. Then ran across the baseball field and into a waiting blue station wagon, it was her father. I stood there for a long time and my face began to itch. But what I'll remember most was not so much the kiss, but that I missed the bus. It was a long walk home.

Good work here dana, you took me back with your moving imagery.
Again.

[Emily B]

someday, someone will reveal the wonder and magic of the poetry of h d e rushin and i will laugh long and loud, having known the wonder and magic since at least 2012

i thought i imagined my first kiss, wasn't sure anything had happened at all, until the second one came

[Circe]

the sheer magnitude of this piece leaves me breathless, I just love running text like this... so sticky with honeyed remembrance and those overwhelming impressions that flood your senses, coming alive to another time, eyes misty with love.. the energy is absorbed alright! so much nostalgic sensuality at its most potent.. "tulip and sourgrass" and "musical chaconne" are just examples of this sweet, soulful, entrancing carnival of sensory visuals..