The Night of the Long White Words

Written by: Jack Jordan

Angel flesh on the writing table, 
hooked on tempered divine,
lifting, blade to blade, raphe to crura, 
gray flowing over white, moving fast 
to quiet water loud water quiet water, 
the cakes and creams and pleasures of butterfly lips, 
violets woken from dusky sleep, 
marigolds plucked leaf by vibrant leaf, pale daffodils 
watered by saliva, words naming parts 
worked together from higher orders of geometry, 
serpentine salvation in the gut, 
bodies in tandem transit become torrent,
become ecstasy.