CATHARSIS CHRONICLES

Kiss The Carapace Of Sun Goodnight

in Lascaux we laid down

Photo by Izabelly Marques on Unsplash

Dear Cancer

countless love letters I have written you spelled with shells on amber sand yet still you induce tomorrows of hope

today as we separate solar arms in our endless rebirthing dance

I kiss your Scorpio tail

hands finger tips deep crimson lips lock eyes across the forest our infinite memories forms in transition as stanzas

orientation of iris rhythms fertile insides heart and mind fluid wordless ideas pass from tongue to tongue

your romantic Pisces eyes filled with chemical bonds of light before time could be measured

I love you

all that you have ever been

you cut me so deep in hieroglyphs of stitches you write your mystical names in the shape of each one you capture a desire from different rings of Saturn

in analogs of starlight stylus kink of need you engrave your name across my hollow drum skin torso rhythm of finger nails

from first heart kiss our fluids mixed pink I kiss your chin clean corners of your mouth music of your smacking lips chewing

we have flown and swam alternative of worlds of mystery love beyond veiled hymen of inexperience

our roots talk to stone age Lascaux caves our hands sprayed outlines ceiling of our tunnelling moist minds deep underground our species mixed brilliance of art as we knelt in bas relief trembling between the fire horns replaying the Hyades in our bodies covered in ochre time smudged images blur together across our deep strong resonant chests in ecstatic fertility writhing in our throbbing throats we send this message across eons of change time swirled past and future shot through a blowpipe our breath is your breath to show we were here we are you tear streak rivers pheromone sweat soul travel in the paradise of earth our song continues

©Mike Ketch July 2025, all rights reserved -not for training AI