She Devours Mist And Decorates In Veils~A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole~Oracle Series~She was transformation at its most divine a shroud across white cheeks made of silk; the spider looked upon her handiwork and wished it the color of the sea as she the woman laughed lifted the azure ocean from her lips and kissed the spider on her soft round abdomen making the arachnid blush shiver and develop a liking for kisses no human could ever really fill after hers She ate the mist out of the mouth of dawn dressed herself in the Sahara wove sunbeams through her hair radiant in her own dangerous sway solidifying through a fold of bricks that took her into the heart of old Morocco where the men still wanted their women chained in veils; a man cursed her in front of a cafe she leaned through the air between them and bit his laughter in bitter blood from the corded muscles of his throat “Familiarize yourself with cultures.” she whispered through the mortar and the dark eyes eating her coveting her until she laughed and became the source of all things her hips wound round with golden asps she filled the walkways with the forty veil dance sinuous as sin deadly as the cobra's amour wound in silver braids through her snow and sunshine hair she danced through the speechless town and called the women from their burkhas into her skin until they trailed her in beautiful mocha skin and wild eyes driving the men mad and deep into the desert "I think I'll call you Smooth Move." the boy, who was really a god made of amber and too much thought of the body of Babylon lost somewhere, etched in calligraphy under a mound outside the parameters of everything containable he said this to the woman dressed in dew seated in the center of a lotus in the arch of a moon swan doing figure eights around her blossoms "Ha!" said the woman and went back to singing Om The boy who was dying imagination inside his deity frowned and asked "What does that mean?" and the woman smiled with her sea green eyes leaned into his dusty loss and whispered, "I will show you, since you ask." and the swan said “O my.” and unfolded out of his white wings into a man with dreams etched into his melodic skin popped himself through atomic particles into the Louvre leaving her and leaving him to be bad alone "What will you show me?" the boy who was once a god but was now little more than curlicues of memories etched into stone being fragmented by trickles of mercurial waters in caverns deep in the earth asked the woman with the jewel in the center of her forehead "This." she winked leaned in to drink his bitterness and to eat his godhood right out of his mouth her sharp little tongue digging into his fevered heart and driving home her point into his bones "Now, you can go be a boy.” she opened a fragment through the air and believed in him enough to scatter his jeweled atoms through the oval flex and exhaled him through; the boy shook himself before a painting of a woman with obsidian eyes as the man who was once upon a swan sighed and took the boy's hand and said, "I suppose now you will want to be friends." the boy frowned and shook himself and the man said "Have you ever had a cappuccino with homemade vanilla ice cream?" The woman smiled at the mist and put her veils back in place; she bent into the pond outside the old Buddhist Temple as the old monk came through the lush garden pleats and said "No swimming before your lessons." she smiled walked on water and kissed the old monk on the mouth deep so very deep until he believed himself a young man again and then she laughed winked and he sighed "Scandalous, simply scandalous." as the woman opened her wings and retrieved her sword out of the belly of the skye for her morning lessons in Hanakiri; goodness knows the bonsai needed trimming that morning so close to the end of one world as things were as a monk tasted ambrosia and spice on his lips smiling at his inhuman girl
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Added on November 17, 2010Last Updated on November 17, 2010 Tags: poetry, mythology, fable, apocrypha of Her, girl with the Japanese eyes, floating through the axis, prophecy in motion, at the end of the world, selene skye, from the gutter, to the jewel, in thelotus AuthorNoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPoleAsIf, Trippy Cottontail, JapanAboutVictoriaSelene Skye Deme Author of. . . . ~CrowWoman & MudGirl~ ~Eve's Rib~Jezebel's Hips~ ~The Raspberry Girl~ ~Girls With red Hair On Cherry Cadillacs With Bushido Swords~ ~From The Gutte.. more..Writing
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