Some place
(Between my unlearnt hands
and her as the lyre strings)
I tell the swollen eyes to lay inside the sun
This arrival,
A javelin into light.
In prisms
She paints the shadow’s first flirt
The water’s mother
The relic and mirror
Underworld landscapes like
a shimmer desert
slippery paradise swamps
Her voice, a crushing
into clamshell
crusted glitter,
monolithic lux —
breathing her way through
the licks
of perfumed eyes
laughing moss pools —
and like a ready serenade:
Swamp girl greets the storm.
I dream of falling and many
French exits
Into non-places
a seduction
into the all the poet bodies
My arms are written with
The words
ALL THIS PASSION (left)
LIKE FURY (right)
Its always with words that
I try carry enough desperate power to
Enter the tsunami
This language of vision
Floods me
Ruthless abandon
Angle my throat to the sun
Growing fairy skin
Just trying
to discover it all
Rush all over,
blushing verdigris,
Adding charms to my
Youngest worlds
I sit on my bedroom floor making bigger,
sharper teeth,
Dipping points
in melted minerals
To speak with the elements
To become an archetypal myth
To kiss with the spectre
that beholds ancient things
Draining the colour of the pressed flowers
And the Venus fly trap
unfolds on
one of our tongues
And the blueberries on my mothers hands
And the carving of this goddess
on my ships bow
slices the veil of the water
And the way I left my window wide open
The glass emblazoned
with the password
To my very own blessing.