heavy velvet whispers in a thick voice
to my ear the absence of light romances
the hot adrenaline: impregnate dark veins.
he says? or we say
I curse it as it swells and eddies,
but deny not its fluctuating tidal cape
a curtsy. So many
curl around embers, piercing the night. So many
I’ll unclasp my hands once our knees are bent,
the pearls of piety.
I beseech the curtain to breathe,
to open wide and set upon the black table an offering: emaciation
Upon these bones we shall string ourselves, and hang ourselves haughtily
for we know that we are the few who hold knives with loyalty to a missing eyelash
And we point them towards the crowd but turn when they blink and cut ourselves
He said, “cut her.”
so it goes.
kiss and caress her carcass and then look slowly up to the face the sun
and his blue eyes.
And we bleed and he turns away and we follow his gaze
and we lie draped across the ground
legs and used-to-be white sheets and bony youth.
Poised inside our barm, we are
waiting to be happy.