Once, She

first poem after coming out of my poetry-fast.

Once the tree fell she was stunned into submission
Upon a stone we sat in the shining star, painted by me
Time lapsed in pixels; her heart arrived at my door
In a heartbeat imposter witches into a prince, howling
Land of the ocean a carpet of moon for one soul
      and my demon- all lipstick and contacts, mist
Not far we traveled in my absense, her hand sticky
      in our sleep of grey skies
      sheet metal, hammer in my hand
Enough feeling for the lies to bleed and heal her
To end a loneliness in silent storms that last forever
Her fingers pulling the chords that disassemble her system
Bleeding heart a personal invitation to a die-painful dance
To correct her pleas, put the ice on her tongue
Betray a soul breathing in a cold sex
Teasing the child when I am nothing but
     exactly what she is
Love in him
     exactly what I am-
     her.

Author's Note

it didn't work. the poetry-fast. I didn't die of starvation, I just got really hungry so I gave in, but without a storm. Aie, i worked with this and it feels okay.

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

I am thoroughly intrigued by this. I may read this again and understand it better then, but it does have a deeper meaning than I comprehend now, and I like that:P