March 19, 2010

Hummingbird Tunnel

Blue rivers pulse,
the arteries of pink land
stained black
with their secondary colour.

It flickers,
that tube of flesh,
a hummingbird's wingbeat
of living rhythm.

And I watch it.
Watch the rise and fall:
breathing in and crushing out
in a perpetual orgasm of pumping.

This is my blood.

.

And I watch it live.


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