the walls of the house are soft, almost liquid - open out into night - rise out of the dark - move deeper into me - grow wings & flicker in the blackness. i stare alone through moonlarge windows - in the ancient darkness of the elm garden - a girl with kohl-ringed eyes. the moonlight bends through bamboo reeds & follows her body. the winds rise, she soars through their folds - her body arching - her voice opening. the hymns of the whips blow sing to her undressing. she's stealing jasmine - its' wild scent - brushed with lips- her soft breathing rising from her mouth like a girl's hand - the petals turning like perfumed thighs in a slow golden dance - the rhythmic stroking of the mouth - cruel, sensual - the stroking of the bloody hands - kissing herself - falling, falling...
i was on my knees - wet grass & dirt - a woven brocade. she crawled to me - leaves fell from her lips - fogged my eyes & gathered within me. "let my wings enfold you - watch yourself fall through these dark lips, falling, yes, falling..." i curled like the texture of the night pouring into me - lying beside her like silence, & tangled in her wings like a dream. i grew in her stained hands - flesh unfolding - legs tangled - laughing darkly, her open mouth stained - wet & trembling, lips parted - drenched & cooled - our voices like glass leaves...
i lay alone in the elm garden. the moon bursts open - webs of light grow in the garden. i watch myself turning to the powder of her bones - the women pouring from my lips... i stare alone through moonlarge windows. i wait each night...the colorless wings emerge at dusk...