Sacred Squirm

Did you know the pudendal nerve (the most important nerve of the pelvis and genitals) literally translates to "parts to be ashamed of"?

Talk about nerve striking, right?

It hurts me - so I wrote a poem about it.

bees enter the fascia

through the bottom of the feet

and start making honey

launching from the hinges

released and oozed from the soft spots

of the underhips

honey stretches as it sweetens

tangling in morsels of delicacy

lifting sparks of dust that glitter only in moonlight

weaving, flowing around pelvic holes

on a current paved with nerves named after shame

where music is made of honey

dripping nectar awakens the birds

living wood, flaring bloom, and metalic pollen

take home in our nose

it casts luminous spells over the tailbone

forcing hairs to stand up

bumps to rise

juice to bubble

it watches

no, it witnesses

the squirm of a slitering god

at the floors of our fleshy garden

rising to the occasion

of its masterpiece

it enjoys what it has orchestrated

lavishes in the spotlight for an audience of self

with the audacity of a seed

and the consent of the soil

it plants itself wherever it falls

far beyond the imagined horizons

some place where words have no meaning

the ass will rise

the squirm will awe itself into reverence

all will be good in the fields of ecstasy

for there is enough fruit for everyone