poem 463 of a poem a day for 2012

love is a blood pudding

how did you get in

how did you get yourself

inside my creases

how are you

this eased origami

between my scattered life

of circuitous fiction

how did you get

inside my words

aging like salamis

and cheeses

used to be

how did you know 

that mold kept

the preservation of flavor

concentrated inside venal fats

inside my vats feral

spicing desires 

deep pooling wades 

rippling and sculpting 

the menisci between 

the surfaces and

the flesh of things

as if every want

could be a wing

or an eye

and could become 

an oar

for more clocks,

cups, hands and feet

we pour ourselves in

each time

we say hello

another chapter

of life, heads

a two handed

turn paged

flag bearing

driven processional

all the horses

bow their heads

they know what

we taste like

in the flurries

as they are

cast past

what a low slung

clouded Winter can do

strung to every dream

in my exhales

everything kept

behind glass knows

I lick your name

in the frost

on the window

that I want to come

from where the cold is

to where every thought is

that taste of warm 

inside of you

EJR ©