my first poem in London

[shutupimtalking]

Orphic Love Song

You were a blackbird that kissed the window

into splinters your lips like lancets left

a violent mess. Your feathers, glass sugared

and phalanx arched from shock, I saw your eyes

once wine-dark red turn opal in the open

light. You were the sanguine shape of return,

spice-jar sill rites to perform. But to hold

your body to the ground, I

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[budge]

I hate you.

[fleurde_lis]

amazing...!

[sawahthehippi]

michelle, this is so gorgeous. i love how the ancient greek stuff you're studying is influencing your work, but you still write like you...there's so much imagery and it's so beautiful and strong.