Blood Cleanses the Wound

10/07/13

In bed, his other desk, he writes from the monthly blood in her story. It’s simple. He
takes the journey to see if she is at the end. When he arrives, he wants to remember the
freedom of the offering.
Nature includes them. Thank the gods we constantly notice this, recognition with
tongue and the touch of a smell we can’t forget, the intoxicating sweat of dreams that
grew bodies.
When he finally, temporarily, forgets her, he knows her better, the memories of the
body stronger than the mind’s. She is not provided to please. That is why she does. A
desire that takes the insistent body beyond its limits, which were never really there.
Then lust begins another journey, just as the lovers converge in the inconclusive
conclusion orgasm delivers, its release a promise in the eyes, the next slow climb. At the
top of the mountain, the sky beckons. The dream grows another body, the “little death” of
dream gravity falling into the sky’s future and rising into that new world, become the only
world, yours because you’ve given it away.



Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2013 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.