goddess
woman. pained in skies, bled of the great demon. at jackal essence, zebra
appetites, rhino anger, so keen, such a keel, knitted into my loins. a Rihanna
woman, a Kerry queen, a dream, in his arms. such a fool, as to admit, angels
without qualification—as closer, near an ache, above a death—sporadic attraction,
bled of myself, dying to be free; what in it, luxury grains, all prior to
cotton; nomadic exploration, a fever, was manic those years. accursed, it feels
terrific, a man, a sway with lyric. upon a grasshopper, next season in locusts,
conversing with a cricket; fluttering feathers, flickering pash, too whelmed to
miss an agreement; a dragon’s kef, a snake’s breath, so interested in Chinese
astrology. those Japanese eyes, those African hips, those Judah fingers; upon a
golden catfish, to rid intestines, to rub them upon eyes—a Tobit universe, a
curse in us, so blessed, cooking pork. aside a wheel spider, into a chimney,
soft with forgetting; exiled to deserts, 40-years trekking, to find we’ve been
here: at a sand river, at a cactus, at a lava landscape. at a glance, to swear
into terrors, a soul as every woman on earth.
