a poem by Aleathia Drehmer

Straight Lines Intersect at Random Points

Our bodies stick together
primed in sweat
he pushes deeper
to the center
of the earth,
axis misaligned now --
the world coming to a fucking end
and everyone with the wrong date.

Our bodies stick together
primed in sweat
skin sucking the ocean
tides dry as he lifts up,
the sea floor left exposed
with dying mollusks
and rarified visions
of the apocalypse.

Our bodies stick together
primed in sweat
his cock the engine
driving the underground
creating the beat
we will all follow now,
implicitly as his seed divides me
and conquers without warning.

© by Aleathia Drehmer
 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #20 ~ March 2012