Blue Bodies

from 20 Years Frozen for All Time by swampmessiah

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Sometimes the monitor of our senses, and their logical, mundane meanings, breaks down. Things are felt and seen that shouldn’t be there. The laws of perception are lost or violated or somehow overcome and we see what we call another world, another dimension, heaven or hell, the realm of gods or fairies or ancients, some sacred time or alien world. The vision is real. The name is the lie.
Our bodies disappeared into a cool mist except for the plane of friction made by our bellies. They rubbed ever so softly with a vermilion radiance blazing out where they curved away from each other. Only our genitals, our rhythmic genitals, responded to ordinary light—glowing but absolutely solid flesh. And our hands making strokes of reality along each other’s back.
For an instant, we were neither one nor two, nor any number. Boundaries vanished. The room, the walls, the bed; piles of clothes and heaps of books; windows, doors, furniture; you, me…everything lost its edge and substance, its mass and identity. Just the swirling blue, luminous phthalocyanine, translucent, infinite. Just the featureless blue, opaque.
Yet there was a radiance, crimson and scarlet burning through the azure, a furnace, the sliver of space between our grinding abdomens, a slice of flame blasting out.
And flickers of mundane white light. Our genitals, their ordinary pumping and twisting retaining common illumination. And each hand, brushing the other’s flank, bringing a glimmer in its wake, like a reflection on water, of pale, familiar flesh, quickly fading back into the unbounded blue…the unbounded me, the unbounded you.
Our bodies disappeared into a cool mist except for the plane of friction made by our bellies. They rubbed ever so softly with a vermilion radiance blazing out where they curved away from each other. Only our genitals, our rhythmic genitals, responded to ordinary light—glowing but absolutely solid flesh. And our hands making strokes of reality along each other’s back.

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from 20 Years Frozen for All Time, released March 5, 2016

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swampmessiah Saint Paul, Minnesota

I was born in Duluth, Minnesota in 1957. I've been drawing all my life and painting since about 1975; I started writing poetry and rants in, maybe, 1976; since 1996 I've been recording those poems and rants, usually with a "musical" backing.
I live in Saint Paul, Minnesota. My partner and I have two children. I have a day job that is in no way artistic. ... more