WARRIOR, come hither
i am made of snakes

of ivory or fragments
of Horns. And
Queens died
betweem his long hunger and his lust
Making a turn in a cave

She followed the exquisite
beast, He
promised to give her
The Sky.

his hands lifted off the table ( Read more... )

birth of twin dragons in a bed of mud, slick
the scratch scent of matches and firecrackers
their cold stones, their sweet opium
slow hands and oiled hair

distant lights. a carnival orange
smoke

SHE: THE SECOND SHE
and the empty sunrise

I want to give your body the skeletons of the sea
Run the ridges of wet shells upon your skin

cry next to the stove, we ( Read more... )

Oh, through the ages of marble
And the collections of blue glass on your
windowsill. there is no place for a dusty piano
and you hear stories of barns full of them
and your fingers quiver

down to the ocean,

The pollen showers on eyelashes, the jungle ( Read more... )

somehow in the bed, in the dark
I am reading an invisible newspaper, I am slipping
down the pages. You are wearing
the costume of a Skeleton.