Friday, January 08, 2021

Threnody

Waking in a labyrinth

with the outline of a lie

around us the dark blossoms


clinging like skin 

hidden in sight like the dark

set aside like a dementing task


hurrying to meet our dark 

corners of darkness--passion-

perversion--spill into you and me


returning to the dead lamp

you are furious as a rakshasa 

engorged, incoherent as sirens 


I'm as possessed as a pisasu

who possesses only you, and 

can die for it. Or live. Or shriek.



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