Wanderlust Histories

by Aidan Andrew Dun

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Beneath
air-sculptured feet
denser skin

Darker, more
historical, telling
where they’ve been

Streamlined
roadways, ramps
diamond-studded:

These switchback insteps
shaped by countless
tiny bones.

When he can’t
sleep at night
when black lies in wait

He holds to account
questions earlier
fate:

Don’t lie
little wandering-ones
in cities of delusion

Have you seen
constant trouble
on the way

To this
fortress of confusion
don’t hesitate, say

Tell me true
frigid moods
notwithstanding.

And they:
flirtatious, electric
with mysterious spasms

Tease out
wanderlust-
histories askew

Pigeon-toed
protecting
non-family secrets

Embarrassed
by memories
fancy-free

Fidgety facts
barefooted
deviant

Audacious
candid
logs of liberty

Nothing
to lighten
insomniac chasms:

‘We don’t stop
go as we wish
eternally.

‘Pointing, curling
kicking-out, walking-tall
crawling

‘With playful moves
heel-and-toe
lazy animation

‘Displaying tonight
in passion and creation:
feminine as ground.

‘So taste, gnaw
hard epidermis
underneath

‘Poet, intense
because you
are subject to

‘Extraordinary
lunar influences
fields of platinum.

‘Your indifference
to the world
excludes us

‘Naked ambassadors
in summer unhidden
from the sun

‘Sliding now
over dancefloors
once crossed on tiptoe

‘Long before
you arrived
through exotic arches.

‘Even poets find
hard to understand
steps taken

‘Towards primordial
reclothing of desire.
Awakened

Two dreamers whisper
“We have met
in the flesh.”’

 

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images: Alex Cherry

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