Kindergarten: Huntress

Written by: Chris D. Aechtner

Part your lips, I will swallow your fears, swallow death entwined within your roots, and give birth to a flowing meadow. Part your lips a little more, take my breath, take it all, hold it in - give it back to me and I will feed you the sky, show you how to dine upon the night-hawk soaring in my eyes - soaring, breathing, death breathing life back into a horizon of broken language. I dissolve into you, always had boundary issues, never quite fit into kindergarten because of it. What's mine is mine is yours. My land is your land, my body is your body. Push your fingers into the gashes they made for me, into the gashes I made for myself. Taste the pain, taste the pleasure - I sharpen my fangs upon your incisors. Huntress, I am your willing supplicant, together we burn as stars, we burn as stars, the city lights below dance for us. __ They spun in the distance, spun closer into vapour, parting the biting cold of winter.... ....they came together, they come together, inside-outside of time.