just as you bend for me – i refuse you; cervix closed and low
just as I bend for you my love – backwards on your used, used...[climax]
like a Muslim bending down – you scratch at traditional molds
wind bending its devoted bough – breathing death wasps into velvet bedroom skies
blowing my blood smooth and cold – melting coolness past the rough
wind bending the bough – exhaling dirge
wind shaking the leaves – vibrating each lash
pink streaking the hill – pillow parts winding a willow path
each blank thing begun – clean sheets as erasure
known how to open it – envelope folds tight at the corners
on my soul had I – in my maze inside
have been water – wetness was once
of a work that might – the only job that could
were the author – be a creator
sitting opposite me – parks at the foot of the bed
whether the person – no matter the other
I not know – identity not withstanding
did I know or did – was it sketched or etched
to cover me – under safe weight on exposed skin
for me and made – personalized and sent
filled with bugs made - living crawling sewn in each thread
a nightlike color – if midnight was orange
hidden in it – the stars would hide
men standing in it – men in quicksand
exuded by the three – abundant times redundancy
a green place – a lush reprieve
I saw skulls and then brains – seeking bones and inside
- after “leaves” by ariana reines (p.132 in mercury)