~*~
Stalk
alabaster
against white sand
her figure stands milk on milk
but demarcated
free-standing
a beleaguered minaret
eyes erased <rubbed out>
as if to forget
the thunder
and the swords and the letting
~*~
macro/micro
from the underbelly of horizon
there is a glow that lifts our stumbling
peels our tender cicatrixas our cheeks grow pink from the heat
there is a rising
it is the round of a breast
the curve of hot sand under foot
the gentle scrape of knife unfolding an orangeit incinerates our concrete boxes
chainsaws a branch from its familiar
it seeks the lies that spell us delicatefrom the belly there is a slitting that occurs in membrane
life flows out tubes like wheatgrass juice
as they shove the head back in
they will not cut it
will not lift its eyes
to this fire and citron
~*~
conch
i
became
underwater
ocean
filling
my
ears
~*~