so today these are the things i dont like and pulled from the manuscript. but maybe they’re ok here or as separate things?
a long passing caravan of days
deserted debris hope
a pitch black oasis
sparkling the only un-still things
such as stars
jeweled throat ghosts
haunted beyond all knowledge
the only dark that shines
a different kind of sun.
my mouth for your love
dreams of smoke on wandering horizons
red glow desert darkness
a voice whispered wet silk
drawn as if my skin
found out in the wind
scented by foreign creatures
perfumes attracting strong fingers
nourished by such exploring
fed by sky blue horses
my heart contains a fertile seed
A treasure trove for beetles an insect paradise.
I saw you with tears in American gowns
you were just like Picasso but knelt on the ground
as if genuflecting before the print page you’d inhale
the spirit right out of his grave and I just couldn’t
take it so I wandered around as if I could shake you
Like salt from my skull
Always returning an orbit of doubt.
The scent of your soapy skin draws me in
ways I cannot identify
like ivory in the morning someplace else away
beyond a snow tipped mountain
before the savannahs open prayer
dark meandering luxurious survival
Our daring selves mortal among the Edens.