Size: 5 ½ x 8 ½
THE PLEASURE EATERS
by Matina L. Stamatakis
Matina L. Stamatakis resides in upstate New York. She is the author of A Late Sketch of Final Doves (Moria, 2017), Shattered Window Espionage (Moria, 2017),The ChongDong Misfits (Avantexte, 2011), EoS (Oystercatcher Press, 2010), and Metempsychose (Ypolita, 2009).
The Pleasure Eaters
There are delights that exist only because our flesh is thick.
We place them on our lips
to extract the heat from which they burn. I will desire;
I eat it. Bones articulated to the exact
moments of engorgement. Nectar-song,
will survive for another day. Thrive on pulp-flesh,
There are many ways to find God. We can rub it into our skins. Etch it into our deepest need to be. There will be no mystery
of flies & spit. Our most intricate gashes will welcome them into second skin— breathe-in the matter of new sensations.
Into the diagrams of floating ribs, variable changes in arch.
Makes a new mouth in its negative space. An abstract
measure of hunger.
Go to where nectar drips onto the lips like acid. Where we splurge
the ooze of our sexes. Taint the configuration of our senses— each mouth forming from another. Pour out what we killed in our bellies, cauterized with a kiss.