thing is, i get turned on by good architecture

not like            fuck me          fuck me

daddy doric all short & squat &

thick &            erect    ‘cause there’s dozens

of you dudes & you’re all the same

 

no no, give me that good Gaudi

melt, that         smooth            Hadid line,

Ando’s expaaaaansive béton brut. give me

that        cool              curved              swelling

massing so i can knead my palms across

the surface without ever catching an edge

 

thing is, buildings are all about time

spent moving from      one room         one body

to another. infinite enfilades, unfolding

unfolding         opening up       O’Keefe style,

not to symbolic quivering but to experience itself

 

thing is, bodies hold time in them too, not

like aging, but the duration of every encounter.

my time-body marked by spatial patterns,

by other bodies           curves              clits    

nerves              colliding with my own. my body

rubbing against an arcade            revealing,

reveling in its               unboundedness