Their Flesh

she spots him across the dance floor, or maybe he spots her
and the two move slowly, inexorably toward one another
as if magnetically drawn or electrically charged.
a copoiesis emerges
in the
shared kinesphere,
in the
matrixial borderspace.

flesh spills beyond skin as speakers pound,
hearts pound
muscles flex
sweat flows
and the bodies syncopate to the colonized mix,
lateral glides across tribal rhythms.

the bodies speak in tongues rendered
silent an eternity
pouring forever into
each pulse of the throbbing bassline.

and just like that the flow is broken
animus interruptus.

but the memory is imprinted
in the
curl of her toes,
in the
nape of her neck,
in the
quiver of her thighs,
in the
foldings of their flesh.


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  1. sportsBabel » comma, garçon says:

    [...] of athletic poiesis discussed at the outset of this memoir. Though we are describing here a micropolitics of intersubjectivity, as before this "micro" begs the question of scale: Have the relational fibres been [...]

  2. sportsBabel » Pixel to Pellicule to Projection says:

    [...] the very analog fact of having spectated the event, with communication understood as based in flesh resonance and its corresponding [...]