Monday, May 12, 2008

Green Eyes

where i keep my 
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.