Message-ID: <37548asstr$1027714205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Sean Farragher" X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 11:37:22 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Poetry -- The Books of Joss -- Sexuality of the Big Bang II. Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 16:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw From the Books of Joss: The Geology of Sex (c) 2002 Sean Farragher http://www.seanfarragher.com sfarragher@nj.rr.com The Geotectonics of Mountains "The Geo-tectonics of Mountains are More than a sunrise." --Jack's Mountain Road By Sean Farragher Upon myself, I, Joss, examine the rusted glaze drying on my cheeks. I am light before the mountain. I am before the sun and the universe is child to my obsessions. Yes, I am older than light. Mountains are an infant when you consider the range of crystalline morphology I am soft triclinic rapture to make my lattice sting when I rearrange my shelf of ions like a dragon but more ferocious. Dark inside my skin where atoms become crystals of my breath drying on the back of the earth's chest opening her vulva to gravity and storms. Nothing penetrates but heat and cold in that mass reversed as it melts into rivers of magma like oceans of sex dries on my thigh. Every whim and matrix enfolds ardor for my face my hands hold his mouth open to absorb light with my pleasure rising into translucent eyes and as I stare we tumble, mutually twin grains with that core to breathe we molt from fissures flooded ice, an expanding contracting universe colored with nude and black skies, with one stream of rose madder to settle where points of sun divide gender and spirit for we lose more than leaves, we, erode to particular sand and revive as nothing finishes but the after shocks of earthquakes and rumble of uterine wells revealed in that last moment when we, as the earth can not stop our birth. More Joss at http://www.seanfarragher.com/Joss -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+