I am just like Achilles
Only my heel is my body
And my patricolous is not dead
But dying in way warn gasps
between my sheets
Our mothers were temptresses.
Who sung snakes into hair
And let loose well water from their womb
Ancient Greek earth mothers
Who with sagging breast let firm dreams flow
We’ve both suffered the blow
Of the arrow. (Sweet rapture)
Only as he fell
I have risen
To fall
Over and over in some self edification of my body
For the blind seer who writhes with me
I am Achilles
You are my virgin
This is our tent
And here I have entered within you
Rendering flesh to blood orange pulp
And here I have swollen
Grown fat on expectation
Thought swollen till it pushes the mind o u t.
And here I have come
In spasms
In bounds and leaps.
Here I have come.
And found my fathers house.
We are Achilles
Our war is one
