007 - The Imprinter

Let’s make a map together
Find our way in the dark
With just the heat to guide us
Sounding out in the softest space
Spelunking for the deepest echoes

In that darkness we deliberately
turn on a series of lights
each orbital glow casting
exactly the right amount
of light and shadow
a sequence of reveals

Exquisitely tracing, feathertip light
Etching fine grooves, neuropathways of desire
Affixing tiny twists and kinks to specify -
Only I know this route
Only I can enter this code
To elicit this -
This singular blood rush
Unique response
Bringing all your awareness
Summoning all your awakeness
To this moment, this throb, this pulsing nerve

A puff of warm breath
On warm swollen skin
A tender scrape
The press of firm soft against smooth
And more than that
The shock of being exposed to a heart’s aperture
The full flood desire to be wholly known

That is the destination I know
Beyond that, to me  - undiscovered country
A precipice over which I’ve thrown myself in hope

Only to catch myself
with my lonely Mythos.

This is my collection, my personal review, my own little bardo recitation
I clutch it selfishly to my heart
to multiplex the depth, the breadth of the moments of my life
This playlist of lovers to comfort me when I feel most alone

I loved, I was loved, I was precious, she chants to herself
Invoking each sense memory until the body is vivified with feeling

I loved, I was loved, I was precious
What’s better than that
Or more than this?

To love, make love, to be precious
Even just my skin, or in my own mind
Allowing My Forensic Lens to
scrupulously document and tag the evidence
of the scene for future re-enactments

How many maps have I made over others?
And how many maps have been made upon me?
Imprints, blueprints, neural groovy paths to pleasure
Instruction manuals for abandoning the Self, escaping the Ego
And surrendering to the ephemeral, elusive, edification of Touch