Saturday Spotlight for November 17th, 2012
UnderwaterLast night I swam, and
the water was radioactive.
I grew gills
and blew bubbles, turning breaths
There were no seagulls on the pier, no stalls,
no sweet and sticky smells,
but a pair of my 'fuck me' shoes.
I slept in seashells, and watched
the sun leak on to the surface
ashes from earth blowing in the sky with the
salt from the sea.
The coral towered, and the
narwhals wearied with their brittle horns;
split and grew, branched antlers -
stags of the sea.
And like the submissive doe, I
rode on their backs
soaring through the northern drift,
Atlantis bound, free from the soiled bonds of earth.
I AmI am a tree, twisted in the earth. I am dust
crumbling in the wind so, let me fly, with the wind;
clad in white, and let me take the reins,
riding winters coming across the northern reach.
Let my shadows run
across rolling hills, hair flowing back
and merging into the black of night, stars and moonlight.
I am a constellation,
set into the sky. I am the moon, waiting in the dark
so, unravel me from the universe, and
tie me to your bed.
I'll be your firefly when your own flame turns to smoke.
We will curl ourselves,
between the atoms in the space, and
listen to the thoughts of man and music spun like silk.
Your heart is far away now, but
maybe one day.
astronomerswhen we're together
dusk is containable; the moon in my palms
and the stars on your ceiling.
we lull the city to sleep
with our theories of life; my tongue curling
do you remember,
when Jupiter was a silver wick, lighting its countless moons?
you balanced a cigarette off your lips,
and I watched the vermillion flame burn life
as a newborn sun;
planets moulding and constellations snaked
above our eyes.
what it would be like to be curled
inside the embers creator and destroyer
so close to your lips.
Morning TeaShe told him once; the evening sky left her in euphoria. The following morning, he wore all black and put stardust in her tea.