Tuesday 6 July 2010


Blue venom words
For your disgused self.
Your girl speaks
In layered tones.
Do you feel her ether?
Does she make you a man, boy?
Does she?

Don’t touch her so,
For she crumbles
Like splayed raindrops.

Hold her like a magnet
And be singed by her flame, yet.
Let her lead you,
Once, for her ruby red lips,
Twice, for her snaky eyes,
Thrice, for your silent questions,
Her unsaid replies.

Come, then, in smoke spirals
And foreign words.
Come in lilac, come in mosaic,
Come, for you
Shall be a man yet
If you believe in
The witchcraft in her eyes.

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