5 Haikus
The Center
I was lost in the Bermuda triangle
It was like Egypt in a sea of flesh
the great pyramid
sucking in all surrounding life
A tilted triangle I thought
circumscribed around your hunger
but you knew my weakness
Told me it was a fig
fresh, succulent, sweet
so I bit into its sweetness
wearing your smile on my thighs
Told me it was a grapefruit
you were right
I bent down and tasted it, pink, juicy
kind of sweet, kind of tart
I ate every section
lingering around the center with my tongue
There were tremors in your skin
as I swallowed your body
as you swallowed my hardness
as your body swallowed the milk
of my trembling
I came to Egypt
I came in the great pyramid
between sky and sand
The Pharaohs were waiting for us
You were waiting for me
I visited the pyramids in Mexico
and was Jungled in like green-iguana-slowness
Like Asian fever
sweet and sweaty
swollen like an anaconda moving in and out
digesting the heat of a fresh kill
In Sudan, the Saharan winds
crack the pyramids into pieces
I lick their dryness like a cat its fur
let the heat burn my bowels
Now there are tremors on my skin
I exhale breath of wet fire into your lips
and rain down upon your body
like night crashing into the surf
like sweat pouring into the sea
like sand screaming into the wind
I even became the wind
so as to enter every part of your smoothness
slipping past even your seditious skin
the wind has no mercy
We draw shapes in the morning light
with our naked bodies
while only the birds cover us
with their fluttering wings
made of the down of your brown belly
I tasted that too
like Indian velvet
like a Bahian feast of papayas
maracaja and guarana
Da danca do mar
In Brazil the sensuous sun
seeps into the scorched sand
where our form was
and cuts through the hot flesh
of the earth
To the center
where all desire
has fused
has seeped
through the surface
To the center
where my mouth
burns from wanting
To the center
where your wetness
burns my tongue
To the center
Your center
I
Will
Return
Copyright 2004 Jeff Raheb
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