Ecopoem (inversion of man is a fruit)

 I open my mouth and creation pools in: curling heat fills me whole. 

clarity——painfully pure——clears my head, and I shine through my hidden cracks.

But

Your tongue draws the seas into a cluttered mountain.

Expanding my tunnels to the beginnings 

of surface tension 

The pacific swirling in your mouth turns murky

a rheumy gargle and you spit me out into phlegm

around bronchial trees onto the canopy of my insides

You pry apart my lips, you break my teeth. 

You pin down celestial tapestries,

Forgetting that you are cold, dirty, oily,
you swallow me inside out.

Quickly, quickly you slide down to a limp release

Moving away from the nettles, destroying

Straight stillness after rising up again

I am engulfed by peace like a lamb

Threaded within bushes in foolishness

That deadens my Mundane Adam.

You vomit my bushes before you strike

With the seraphic tsunami. Immutable 

Screams taper into a dot

You stop, becoming the old and dead spitting out the Father’s Breath
Before a bush draws in fruits up your intestines

From neglect stems your timeless ejections.