The Disappearing Act

A bulging puff ball

Of puckered muted flesh

Moves with a luminesce

Like a ghost swan glides

Over rippling waves of a lake

At the height of the witching hour…

For the god who hides

Between the leaves…

For the god who skirts the sky…

...The god who stands

Behind the tree…

For the god who won't reply…

The undeserving night

Takes my naked raked

Leaf pile flesh

In yawning jaws and bites down,

Inhaling a starling,

And two gnats

As it devours me whole…

Here I go!...

Bye bye my fellow earthlings!...

See you later alligators!...

No safety net, and all

Weight is divided evenly

Beneath the

Black tape of

The nights ethereal

Boundaries…

For the god who hides

Between the leaves…

For the god who skirts the sky…

...The god who stands

Behind the tree…

For the god who won't reply…

Out here beyond the picture frame

Where body politics seems paramount

But is really only smokescreen

I dip and dive like Nureyev

Into the sweet caress and solace

Of the swinging Jazz head swivel…

A permanent smile fades in and out

From the figure within a row of trees…

It is beyond the confines of sex

Expectations…

Touch it with me as wings flutter around me,

And the buzzing of insects fills the ears

Of imagined flesh that vanishes

Within the womb of ceaseless night…

7/17/25

Bunny Villaire

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