CEREMONY.
I dreamt of you tonight,
under the reptile spine
cloudy night.
You were conjured
in an ancient ceremony
and the blood ran from my hands.
The paper pan holes in the sky
were concurrent within,
reflecting,
their voices carrying the wind,
and the autumn air smelt like a woman's skin.
Up,
up there on the roof,
I saw the lines fallen between our paths,
shining in the light of that silver wafer eye
stuck in waning quarter for so many years now.
With stressed brow and liquered tongue,
I was amazed at my effort to read the same book twice while
phantasmagorias gave their compunction…
a sin
I like not to commit
complete or relive.
The wind dried my starry eyes as I crawled
hesitantly, clumsily from the height.
I pulled the wings of my bed (my old partner in crime)
across the dark oceans I slipped within
as I swiftly cut the cord and began to swim.