OrmHuz@Deviant Art
The pauses in our conversations,
Unraveled, could circumnavigate
The globe again and again
As if a needle in a groove
So oft revisited that it stutters.
We’ve grown apart
But the stitches do not give
A hem of scars like a constellation
Of indistinct faces.
The silence is extravagant
Like the howl of a coyote
A stigmata wrapped in eyelashes
A dusty jewel, cold as a corpse’s tears
The betrayal of your footsteps
As you pass from my boundaries
And cross illicitly into hers.
Your fingers reflect
Against my flesh
Like blades of lightening
There is no reverence
In their application.
My womb is full of splinters
Of your wooden sperm
Delivered at intervals
And from a distance
Not reflected
By our mixed filaments.
I trace your smiling mouth
And wonder if the picture
Was taken upside down
By mistake
Because I don’t remember
Your lips ever reaching
That altitude.
Our misery has a longevity
Worthy of distinction
So long has she prowled
Flanked by our bones
And incessant for want
Of tenderness
We no longer exist
Without her
We are the exception
Not she,
She is the tigress, the star
Of this unmanned circus
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I have been doing a lot rewrites lately and that is largely because I am hard at work on my second book “The Necessity of Flowers”. Like my first book I am aiming for 100 poems. Right now I have 81 poems (there are more than enough poems on my blog of course but there is so much on my blog that it takes a while to sort). Melanie is away (for happy reasons) so I am not sure if I will have to find another editor.
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