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THE AGE OF REASON
i was born . i was born . i was born . i was born
I WAS BORN
before the dawn
of the Age of Reason
into a body I did not yet understand
into skin with plenty of growing room
now that skin is stretched taut across my limbs
and I am ready
to be played like a piano
plucked like a guitar string
even beaten like a drum
and THIS BODY
this body . this body . this body
will s i n g
sometimes a symphony
sometimes a lullaby
sometimes the unrelenting pounding of pure noise
but there is always music here now
i was born
before the dawn
of the Age of Reason
and now i have Darwin all figured out
this is what he meant by
survival of the fittest
making the most of what i got
epitomizing humanity in my sexuality
and i understand this body now
it was meant for this
for this kind of sensation
meant to make music with my movements
art with my body and yours
poetry with the rhythm of my breath
i was born
before the dawn
of the Age of Reason
and i know that neither
heat nor coldness
could claim sole responsibility
for art this vibrantly real
i have struggled my way
through obsession after obsession
through addiction after addiction
until fire and ice
mated
and created this feeling
i shiver and burn
with equal intensity now
i am loud and harmonious
past the point of exhaustion
expelling hot breath onto your neck
to set the tempo
i was born
before the dawn
of the Age of Reason
now you are the conductor
i, the orchestra
there is so much flesh against flesh
and notes
ripe and ready to be plucked
off of our bodies
understanding achieved through osmosis
deftly navigating the difficult measures
every cell screaming louder than all of the others
we give birth to this music
that grows and evolved
in a nail-biting frenzy
into the crescendo of grand finale explosions .
i was born . i was born . i was born . i was born
I WAS BORN
before the dawn
of the Age of Reason
and no one will ever convince me
that there is anything else
worth living for;
these motions come to me
more naturally
than breathing.
- April Ardito