two new pieces - me and maitland - needs edit

Land cries out in pain shedding tears of blood for the young and old slain

Bones litter the ground like leaves

Channelling each others panic we are,

Wrecked on sweet jesus rhymes, pages on pages

Undone like shoes we stroll in jealous packs

Sounds of gunshots and screams embedded in the earth

Moans of the dying live on in the wind through the trees

she’s telling stories through the trunk

seven sisters bleeding bark

 train station crime

These you don’t hear, these you don’t feel

For they were not taught you in books and school

These wasted tales, unburnt here in this avenue

Those bitumen classics, knees scabbed up

All in lines and lines

Passed on down from mouth to mouth

Old to young

From our land to our soul

We know they are true

Our spinal journeys told in comas

This cellular memory failure

For we are one with the land

We feel what it feels

And remember what it remembers

Twitching muscle jumps spasmodically, rhythmically

Like a finger plucking a double bass

Yr nails in that space again

Where the sky enters my body

Pulling my head back, i’m arching

You can’t control your life

Well to a degree you can

But a lot depends on luck, chance, fate, the will of the gods

In the floodlit sun, goddess

We soak in each other’s skin

Each naked twist n turn thick and turgid

Tall, languid long-limbed

Slips into the room

Graceful arm raises, hand lifts

One long slender finger sensually unfurls

And points

Inside you now its clear

Yr lips at my neck

I’m back in yesterday

I’m at the brink here

I’m brinking brinking

Where do we stand with each other

What do we expect

What do we want

What are we prepared to give

Rhythm up-tempo and silky

Husky sensual sexual rasp keeps the atmosphere alive

Music stroking the vibes

Like a lover caressing your arm

Thigh...

You won’t let me in

this is to intense you say

Opening the door

My fingers slide in

Suddenly it slams

Locking me out

All yr skills spent on me

Wanting me to be in that place

That afternoon moanspace

As if we ever needed anybody else

Nails scrape FLESH

SENDING SHIVERS UP AND DoWN MY SPINE

TONGUE FLICKs OUT TASTING SALTY SWEAT

HARD SoFT BODIES ENTWINE

TRYING, WANTING, BECOMING

ONE

And now I’m not the only thing in this room

In this dark light, under yr expression

It rains

I STAND ALONE

NURSING MY PAIN

CONFUSED