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Mucus: A Valentine
Bubbling up under the tongue's roots
you let loose the sweetness of the bread I chew
This I learned early
along with your outer architectures
bridges of wet quartz between a baby's fingers
glass-fiber banners hanging off the muzzles of cows
Also I learned to flick you / a bolt of disgust
from vulnerable lips
Now though / I know you
as my hidden custodian
Your tools are your own clear body
suspended inside mine / a slowmotion fountain
with a mayfly wing's veined sheen
You polish my trembling fuming apparatus
bring out its pinks purples and greens like spray on pebbles
Engineer of those endless valves and cisterns
holding cool pressures in balance
Doorkeeper / sentry
armed with translucent vines of protein
that hug invaders fluidly to death
Doorkeeper yes but waymaker above all
easing a munched apple into sinuous disassembly
rinsing insults and enemy corpses with your glinting flow
back up the airshaft / out
beyond the gates of my skull
Waymaker in good time
you'll carry sperm as sinewy and bright as minnows
a sweetwater ocean all the way
to where her cervix dips its head to drink
You alone open the tunnels of love
lining them with caresses / the silk of forgetfulness
Inexhaustible angel
swimming in every kiss
Copyright 1999, Adam Cornford. All rights reserved.