treasure -
don't tell -
locked in a black sooty
under-
stair-
well.
lockets, fumbling, Abba, the Cote D'Azur,
a ticket,
all there, The
key?
Hidden within the sweating folds of my silken
blouse.
morse code it, my
rapunzel costume
sits like a trap to scare thieves away.
between my broken
sobs; is
the call for my baby, my palms,
poured into 10 by 12.
baking sun, nor lonely moon
not for anyone's eyes.
[Again, alone, or]
fingers, coal
ridden.
across my blue
eyes, my pale
white
face.
Powder-black,
velvet-streaks, run my cream
silken dress, tickle my peach
soul. Blind dark.
and it's gone,
in your feral, many arms
my chest -
treasure -
love -
through your dirty children, colour
my paper photographs, muddy
my special dresses, rip
my love letters. Parade
the streets
aside my shattered window.
in my eyes, sacrifice
i watch.
blood
puddles around my sensible, vanilla
sandals.
