The dress fell above her knees almost too perfectly
The only hitch was a thread
dangling as long as the eye could reach
Slowly I pulled as lace came undone
until she was born again in flesh; mentally undressed.
Harpist, pluck for me your highest tune
leave it in an empty room
And let it dance the night away
Withering in the dark I made
Threads of hair weave into my pillow
Threats of time shake eyelashes
Pull the chest up first,
Heavy goes the head.
Can’t. Leave. Bed
Bite bite bite bite down on the sound
Lick the spaces, fill the wounds of words
It is as appetizing as the breath of
two vowels in love and helping each other exist.
So bite down on the words you can’t live without.
Remove your kalon crippled comatose skin
Reach inside your lungs
Repeat after me
“I am beautiful — I am beauty!”
Every morning and night for best results.
I wince between dancers of the gothic glamour
bathed in bodies I have never met
and we scream in unison a guilty pleasure,
feeding a poetic laugh.
I flow past eyes that will never see me and capture breaths I will never have.
But I live this everafter
After a world of great disaster.
And so you tap your chisled-tipped words on chalkboard like a metronome mouth piece. I time the words of betrayal. Right on time.
Pin the warmth between the sheets
Missing him will all it’ll ever be
Daylight shadows cover me in all the forms of fleeting time
from hours I can’t leave my mind
In bed and shook and slaughting rhyme
Of what I could have done to keep him mine.
Endless movement of her mind
Sets traps of every kind
Watch your step and bend your back
Remember all her world’s off track.
Charged with murder of my own heart,
Howling for a moment more
Before I eat it and forever starve.