the taste of six pomegranate seeds

I’m awake alone aside myself
        instead of astride you
              feeling like Jackie O
                   clawing for moments
                       she can’t reverse

          and now I am utterly obsessed
     with flickers of naked power
               emerged in cunning lights
            [ immortals ] & the way they sound
        when they’re pleased//
            molding beauty to fit the narrative
                    your lost art award, glassblower,
                       is your own pulchritude

           & I digress to trespass flagrantly
                       a r|e\ck->le/ss show of respect
                 trading love transparently
         in the sun, and when it sets
                night falls, and in any and all


                      There is you



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s