An Inner Skin


Pahn is on the owner’s mountain
where the owner is building

Pahn walks through gravel
and sand dodging around
excavators looking for something 
He sees through a locked gate
a grove      
(he has been longing for a certain pine) 

He slips into the wild land     down
through the meadow      toward
the grove                      but before he reaches it
the manager sends his dogs out to stop him 

Pahn is not afraid of the dogs     and
puts out his arm for them to chew on 
They bite
him in a friendly and affectionate manner 
The manager comes down to him
and Pahn tells him about the tree that he desires       saying
he only wants a very small one
small enough to transplant
with just a shovel      and the manager
nods  smiling    and Pahn knows he will have to try again later

As they walk back       Pahn sees
many small and beautiful
pines and false hemlocks that have come into the meadow
and many more beneath the groves that border it      and
to the south there is a steep     and rocky hill     and
in its shade he finds a true fir
young and healthy
and he runs his hands through her soft needles


Pahn is in his parent’s house with Ahnaheeta
in the bedroom where he slept
holding her legs apart
                               and sliding into her

When she gasps
and relaxes
he turns her over     and
pulls her onto him again      and
         again     easily for she is small and light 

Her head is lost turning                                     
     in the pillow     and her dark hair swings
up her sloping back      as he feels
himself moving in
     and out of her soggy vagina       she begins
to disappear from his view      first                                        
      her head and shoulders                                                          
      and then her back           In a moment
       she has become only her genitals
                   to which his testicles have attached         and
finally she is just        
her inner skin             
         which he grips around his penis
                    with his hand 

As he finishes
he hears Ahnjehlia 
(or perhaps Aiks?)     in the hall
and lies back down
pulling up the sheet and
dropping her skin                                                                                    
into the blankets that have sloughed                                            
     off the side of the bed                                                                         


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Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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