Where?

dennis, per today's Q

climbing to a tower above the tops of trees
(to watch unrepentant toucans)
and the small shiny black bees
lick the fluid from your eyes
with their rough tongues
see
there is no way to know this place
without pain
every accidental foot fall
leads to tearing something from yourself
bits and pits of skin from the spits of needles
of palm trunks and
the vicious pointing lines of caterpillars
urticating hairs
they take payment
the heat a blanket encompassing smothering
comforting
your tired dragging lungs (and scratchy droplets
rasping rasping drops every step
in air that doesnt concern itself with your passage)
because the green of every eyefull makes you love
every pain
(because... how many of THEM know this with you?)

The rusty fur of those grrrowltiger diesel engine hell fire monkeys
when you least expect
if it didnt scare the shit out of you
its not doing its job
is it?
and that's why
i love this place
because i love who i are when i'm in it
when i'm devoured by it
cant separate myself from its body anymore
also because and why
i have licked with my wet eyes the countless silky
brown skins
of one single smirking jungle boy
THAT brown only exists here dennis
and it fucking owns me the way
the rot and mulch of the bed here rasp raspyour nostrils the earth
the ground does own

maybe i say every day when i wake up HERE
maybe THIS isnt real, any of it
since...
and THAT's where i live and sleep and toss in the
mulch
asleep and
its real its real its real its real its real
i swear to god its real
this place is the dream then
i will wake up there in the embrace of pain
that is the only
true love

but maybe you knew i was gonna say that

you know...
jungle

it may be cold on this fucking porch
but i like the discomfort of this cold beer bottle between my thighs on a cold night
because i know
i'm about to drink it
you know?

jungle
i prefer this to the term
rain forest
because of the feel of the word in your mouth
like cum covered marbles
no
like wet balls during a friendly bath
the slight taste of the bubbles
can't i have both? simultaneously.
a boy opens his coat on this cold night
to share the warmth inside (but you're not there yet)
but you will be.

jungle?

(forgive the orientalist history of
our use of this word)

jungle
anyways. somewhere along the Napo RIver of Ecuador.

sorry
i've been dairetic lately.