Moonlight peels the fog with fingers of ice morning lies under your feet in twilight's shrine of beds the leaves of your eyes shroud the sleep of twilight. Tear the tapestries from behind your eyes: those naked prisons dressed in dark hair & ritual masques. Shake these sacred corpses from your back Cast these veils from your hands: those decadent museums, that burial chamber. Let the sleep of leaves in your eyes fade
I see into you: poison, vile,
drowning in liquid temples sacred writings ache on clay tablets menageries tear wine jars from a whisper enamel fists' pray over pale candles... These moonroom veins: a cold embroidery... Let these corpses fade to glass. Deeper. (silent figures cast from the star's white sway on altars of moon amulets & stone water: glass children crowned with blood scar the skies. Ophelia, in white garments darkness: eternal creature with wine wings - a dark fold of angels.
Nephilim: bound in painted nightmares. Deeper. Touch. Perfumed thighs spreading...reaching. tomb paintings: Virgin skin strapped on secret hours of slow sound. Sighs slow fragile magic through the silent silken halls our voices turning like leaves - a melancholy nightsong. We dream sacred dances. We: savages in a slow golden dance. Still. Light. opium liquidtrembling in your mouth.
Inside me: poison, vile. This kiss: you've imprisoned on my lips. We live, drown, & sacrifice, lie down in grey decay.