My silky silhouette

I

What if one day I say, Love
I’m tired of this pretend-perfection

What if that day I unwrap
My silky silhouette

Unhook my gold earrings
Scatter my pearl necklace

Unknot my braids of reason
Only to show you

My scarred forehead
Muddied hands

Bruised knees
My bright doll-house

What if I sing you songs
To crack open your heart

That day and ever after
Would you me love?

II

Does she know or doesn’t she?
The scar on her forehead is

the moon of the 14th night
her eyes are the sun of spring equinox

her only scarf mirrors the constellation
her glow is the breeze of valley orchards

her labors the brooks of alpine mountains
her child-like weeping the song of the lark

her spurned love the rainbow
her secret musings God’s word

her restless soul —
O God absolute sovereign

be merciful
Would she care or won’t she?

III

What do I do in this abyss of inactivity
Where my heart is stone
My eyes are hit by drought
My mind is self-serving
My body is a mannequin
My soul will not soar
No dreams come
Intent or content
I have nothing
You care for nothing
You value obsoletes
Accept me to amaze me
Be angry
Rage

IV

We
Both
Have
Been
Consistent

Me
Sinning
You
Forgiving

I
Want
You
To
Win

 ***

Leave a Comment

%d bloggers like this: