Sickle Cell Bohemia  

rm_leroyboyx 56M
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3/2/2005 4:28 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Sickle Cell Bohemia

She liked for him to pin her against the wall--
her pulse punching his palms,
in time, but out of phase with his.
When he kissed the side of her neck,
their carotid arteries tangled,
everything swelled–-
abstract images projected from her eyes.
When she dared close them,
roadmaps on her eyelids directed him
to the vein bisecting her forehead,
fed through tributary temples
which he rubbed with his thumbs,
slowly, circular, gently.
Poetry melted, trickling through her cortex.
It was never like this before–
only now–
a new disease–
sickle cell bohemia.
Splash cymbal gush
announcing the auricle, the ventricle,
aortic arrhythmia.
Her chest flushed–-
barely blue veins wandered toward,
from her nipples,
catacombing her torso,
screaming down her legs,
opened, invaded,
by his latest contribution to the incitement.
This is no story of a broken heart.
Rather healthy hearts finding a new excuse
to throb–
another cause for adrenalin,
reason to recover,
It is pleasure delighting in need,
not pressure’s indictment decreed.



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