rebecca. - Fri Dec 19 00:01:52 2008

i've been working on something new:

"The Seraphs"

Oh, Dolores…

I’ve become illuminated
By the way your sallow stockings
Slouch below the knee and past
Mine eyes.

Once the playground swings sense stillness,
Again, I sin. Once more, for you.

These twin flames, they herald the way
My tongue climbs my teeth, my mind winds your ringlets.
When the sweets of your saccharine lips
Unwrap my conscious and send me careening,
Girl-child, I shan’t very well eat for days.

You demand little but the dewdrops,
Craning a coltish neck to meet
My weathered chest whilst you linger,
Succinctly,
With restless toes and saucers for eyes.

The textile gilding your slight ankles
Imparts a rather tawdry name.
The books that rinse your wits of me,
You covet them like Christmas Day.
Dolores, my name falls surrendered
To the machine to which my
Desires yield, and my limbs
Ache for the nuanced seduction
Of your lisp.

I knew you distinctly once more, once more,
In Junes, and Julys, and Augusts of childhood,
Of sand, and sun, and greenest seas.
I loved you then, I loved you, oh when?

You came with the seraphs,
The noblest seraphs,
Whose wings were torn
By tangles of thorns.