through the dirty windows
too soft for their stones
tangled bodies find eachother in the candlelights caress
a twisted embrace lying on blue carpet
shadows dance on the radiator
she crawls towards the last cigarette as an almond-eyed python whispers sweetly in her ear
“only fur”
the cabbage is crying in its cradle now
sweet decay in the nothing room
as the mother’s share eachother’s secret soups, secret smiles,
and douse their crooked bodies in rose and polish
the mirror has been peeled from the wall
with union years of bad luck to come
a new currency of salt and hard black tape is spent on reversing curses and on new beginnings
how i cried at the many love-songs and at the new life growing in blossoming red wombs
how i welcomed it
how i touched it
with hope
and with water
and how i held my lovers hand, through beds, through time,
i took off the blindfold
and turned to the sea the sea, waiting behind me, rocks and all,
stagnant with indecision and with the weight of it all
unknown, unfathomable, but alive as ever
a fawn asks sweetly with unblinking gaze if it may finally pass
i hold the sword now
like the beautiful flowing locks of a friend i love
once held a knife
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