thingummy

demeter as cypress

those hands of his, chilled and brittle as just-turned earth,
taking her under roots and blind worms,
his dust-choked halls, heavy-veined stones
weighing her down, lightless, buried, the cries
of torment writhing in her ears, sans night, sans day,

my beautiful girl, with hair spun down
to her ankles, who caught sun's rays and flung
them out around her like liquid,
every step
a song
with an arc deep as the sky.

my hands knot supplicant.
i do not know how to kneel
but i have knelt. like a tree's limb
battered
under a ceaseless wind.

mcsomething

orpheus to eurydice

can i tell you
why i love you?

can i tell you of
the curve, your neck, the moon
the silence, your eyes, the night--

i stare at you, the star
and see
a thousand resting mysteries

taut against
the inward surface of your pale skin
like pomegranate seeds,

sightless, soundless waiting.
to burst the tender skin.
red juice. white light.
my love.

crommm!

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hip

(touch this lip, filthy impress of blunt finger-

nail) hip and concavity of

abdomen.

rail me, rail me up against you.

hold me down and hard.  green sensation of floor--

green finger.  impress of board.

less like amazement

and more 

laughter.  hurt me up against you.

bend like the crooked beast 

of the mound--bend every direction.

thrash against.  thresh me--thressssh me.

turn me into else.  incorporate my bone.  hold it in.

leave this crap to lessen: a jaw, a socket,

an ankle, delicate like skeletal dinosaur.

skin shines.

down dark like less of yesterday's question--

the technicolor melt of reason.  

a la wallace stevens.

braise me.