Cherries

constructive criticism always welcome

Cherries

Cut down the chase

Or the left leg,

It’s the rhythmic filling

Of these spaces, between

Dragging it, and the ground,

Something very tangible,

Like chewing on

Imagined bread,

back in the days,

When survival depended

On how well we could

Grow its smell in the under

Veins of the smog city,

Two semi-children,

with a dancing ball

descending into darkness.

We bounce off different

surfaces, she off the sea,

and I off the chest.

Our erotic confessions

Fishing for bodies,

hook up

skeletons to un-fit into,

but hey, her muddy

toes tease with a pair

of cherries, I am starving

to eat, knowing all dogs

and gods of the quarter

devour limbs hurriedly.

Back then one could fit

Jazz in the smallest of bodies.

She was fifteen.

I was holding a chestnut

In my hand, it should have

Been trembling, but no,

No, it wasn’t, back then,

The street was a constant,

It started nowhere,

And it certainly didn’t lead.

But she was fifteen and my

Hands were assured. The ball

Descended to darkness; her

Filthy feet and arms, and

Armpits, and her mouth

With a fixed grin, all seminal

and firm, and child-like.

The street gives up its secrets.

I count, one, two, three, ten,

It’s a usual hide, a wooden

Coffin, but we pretend

We don’t see where one goes,

And play hide and seek,

And we play hide and seek

Till one finds the other

And drags his body

To the next hideaway.

 

 © 2014 Marri

 

 

Reviews

[Sean M. Addams]

Very thought provoking .. like the imagery in.this alot.. good job

[Marri]

thank you, Sean Addams :)

[Lethu]

'skeletons to un-fit' or 'skeletons too un-fit'?
It's a bit confusing but it's a good read.

[Marri]

thanks, i meant 'to'.