ask the moonstone-girl about the other world
while her heart’s still in that rustproof iron
w h i s p e r
while the streets are still a red river,
apprehended in a jar
while the milk is still imprisoned
inside of cupid’s bow
ask her about that anointed chatter
in her interstellar slumber, mewling
like a gilded reliquary of jailed deities
radiating, grinning, breathing on the cosmic window
how do you tell the silverbell laughter
dangling in the nameless dark
s t o p, your gold perfume is too peeled
the lightning portrait in the hall
a triad keep of myth-children
b e w a r e, i smell your crimson
how do i tell this velvet stranger,
this primordial diamond cupping coal
that the overcast crypt survives
the bleary straggler lingers
to starve and skin her core
i want it to snow, too
but i can’t shake the world
words = samantha lucero 2016 ©
image = not mine.
I’ve fallen in love with your work – literally – overnight. Vivid, enthusiastic and elegant wording that paints instead of sprays….thank you for sharing.
thank you. i hope i can keep that up.
No pressure eh? 🙂 Not even sure how I stumbled across your work, but I’ve enjoyed it immensely.
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