Thursday, March 14, 2013

The Queen of Colors

If we could live inside the head of a girl
Andromache ravens pearls
Gravity wells.  Alpha.  Sunless noon.  The absolute.
Brambles cover the house after her spindle.

We are dormant under the sea.
Wine-dark lips.  You are something moist with barbs.
Are you wearing the spermicidal dress?
If you come back later I will drink you.

Gangrene plumbs the coal mine of the soul
When the mind descends under her bodice.
The logic puzzles kept there for our senses
Accumulate like spores in the darkness.

She walks with me now away from the sun
To be my bottle of night, my bruised thighs.
She is exquisite without eyes!
Chocolate ribbons of coal.  Scorched bride.

“Come away burnt sugar into the forest”
Where our bodies are mysteries to the vulgar,
Stacked like bricks, the bricks of an oven,
Not keeping track of the atrocities,

The smoke-filled lungs of a smoker,
A spot in the sheets where the moon drops,
A tarred pelican on the gulf coast,
As night revolves on the axle of night.

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