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
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.
She moves for the closest cup, fill her glass and raises it to the light. Dusty clouds of alkaline. Bubbles settle like fresh snow on cement. Swirl the glass; physics follows water into whirlpools and she watches water dance in her handmade cocoon. Death be to bubbles, birth be to monoons. She controls the earth, the time, and the rules.
Show him more of the sun and he’ll have to turn away.
Show him your moon and his tides will want the warmth of the shore.
Show him your roots and he will run from the depth
Show him your tallest branch and he will fear the exposure.