Sex and Death

Death is not the opposite of life,
it is the opposite of sex and birth
and all beginnings of form arising
and forms of your hips and sways
of flesh against my devouring

mouth to mouth emancipation; sex
is not the opposite of death
it is the opposite of separation and loss
and all dualities of form arising
and forms of your parting lips and thighs,

covalences rent, pierced apart
by the light of my consciousness
erected from the zero point of possibility,
the godfield, and in Borneo there are initiates
sacrificed in fire during their first coupling

and shared as a sacrificial meal.