Sunday, November 15, 2009

Birds of paradise

Birds of paradise

Beat in me


unassailable screams

Hung on sinewy feathers

Inked with bone, and vein,

And flesh.

Filmy brush of white

A body breaks the ceiling

Splits through my sky

Explodes in a fury of light

You ripened

I kiss a bloomed mouth

Touch me, brokenly

Like fog slipping

through silent trees.

Here the arrant poem lies

Mended and seamed with strands of fire

Into a bladed wing

Memories caught in your teeth.

I left my lamp at your feet

For the first time

Dreamed you into a watercolor

A sinking sea

Bled beneath our bed

Kiss me, thrown back

A century of sighs are screaming

Under my throat.

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