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.