BED FULL OF MYTHS....................
CERNORUZOVA
She is my angel of angles
my prime parable beneath a cloak of goosefeathers a planet of goosebumps I ride a dark horse whose bright flesh blinds legs for handrails legs become bridges legs become columns become temples become suns we are between water and sky with feathers and scales weighing pleasure lives treasure diving for stars our diamond eyes eggs to be reborn colossi striding cross seas of time through dreams watchtowers burning minds telling storms to the hunted she is a lynx a divine sketch a blushing blueprint for my fingers She is a shaman song Her skin the pollen of the moon she keeps my heart in her chest guarded by her owl eyes MOONROVER
These words
you Muse wrote she took my hand with a cuckoo feather and moonwater my longing pearl tipped silver dipped a graceful Mercury a swift poison dances wet cross the skin a thirst wider than a galaxy a well deeper than the miles falling from the moon words of jewelery to charm to blindfold too opaque to bless with moon blindness AUTUMN
give me your fruit that opens eyes that brings tears sweet and sour in our Autumn bedroom our clothes fall like leaves to colour the floor our flesh becomes knowledge we are the two trees of Eden stolen from Babylon one starswept night JUDGEMENTmy words are the waves that carried the ark
a heavy promise that destroys armies and saves animal lovers to populate the future In our jungle bed tangled roots and fruits the songs I sing across your skin will bring the sleeping meadow to life And as the last breath leaves you our life tonight lighter than a hummingbird will carry your soul to the sun a vibration for a song |
AGNESE
She came, through bars
from Eastern sun burnt stars she tied hair to hair Through her stripes the blinds of her body shone flashes glowing glimpses laughter growling In the bathroom drying herself with my poems The words ran into her pores and came out as hummingbird song Sunlight stays in her flesh The rays of the sun longing to touch her She was questioned into the country Her official face under plastic A night locked months of curious promise our month models became a plane together Our rapt limbs become a fortress as we lie on furs We travel the deep, Our lures glow in the dark We swim the veins of a whale carry a nation to be on our backs A kiss goodnight and a nightful afternoon As we fell to sleep the goldfish rose to eat lips on the surface of sleep
Catching goldfish in pictures to bring wealth From the clouds drawn to the mountains
the longing stretches to the sea the costumes of our different love too patient to be heard a smile in the forest of barbed conversation my eyes half shut from time's sands and winds too lean to be picked at by vultures my jackal race dazzled by young mirage My September oasis a well to the lost city I was now redolent I am medicine skin I grow in all directions having sex with 4 eyes she grew a cat purring in my bed caged in candlelit mirrors between my knees the statue fell longing stunned stung tender tinderbox of the Amazon LAKE OF FIREThe world is a sacrifice to me
It is my dismembered body All the creatures of the world were made from me All the gods live in me My seed is a lake of fire It is waiting to breathe life We are the twilight between good and evil I come for you between night and day when the young are strong |
MIXIE PIXIE
a smaller twin a shadow on the sofa
a body soft as moth's dust in the charcoal drawing of the night you lie down to let words stream over you washing past pain your shy apologizing arms glide through shadow bars your pleasure comes in minutes if I just take time to listen the fissures that lead to you and the smile that makes you look away sitting apart in your hat a little tired bee energy holes in jeans and noodle hair Sometimes my words cover your mouth If time machines could be bought at the mall I’d be back to a time when I’d be a suit for you to wear running my tongue along your hip bone the smoothed cliff In my parents’ bed on my grandmother’s sofa both creaked to be separated from us Satisfied cigarette smoke over a carcass of French toast half finished films we are characters in different plays you are a saga that won’t be written by me I sit in the nightmorning Assembling my thoughts for you in other people’s songs BARBORA
Her lips full
in the month when the deers mate ready to burst into delight this wicked swan swallows hearts a doctor in training a practice an examination on the table a willing partner in crime ready to live a weekend of sins meet in narrow medieval streets carried by thoughts we had nights apart now hatching like fireflies To: A
I showed her a crooked town built on wool
Her smile as wonderful as her wonder When I offered an apple she could not empty the glass An abacus of questions focus her in my mind She a barque calming my tangled seas Her song a factory of butterflies a fountain of flying flourishes happiness floating on song her exhaled melody inspired in me a glowing tree My body is clear I am clear till my happiness is see through That singing breath an aspiration her spirit opened our closed ears Her cigarette burned away the wait With a pole a and growing skill I guided her past towers of learning ablaze in the sun We ate beneath horseshoes and above a well Now she is gone. The words just fall on the floor And the only songs are recorded somewhere else My cave no longer a womb |