Blue brick stone eyes,
like four leaves, I am in luck.
Liquid doesn’t drip from rock.
Not all skin is the same.
Some grow into cat-o-nine tail,
but you…
you douse poison like a God.
I am witness,
without religion,
without faith,
without hope,
out of the blue,
brick stone eyes
came to me
an old idea –
a different skin
growing on me.
No pillow comes without residue.
At our age, blessings come in small forms…
hands cradled together,
words buried in sweet breath,
unconditional nights,
uncontrolled…..
Tell me about your exploration, about
fingertips trickling down
courage….
spines do not break easily, do they?
I met you today,
I see your influence and result,
you probably know
that I see through blue eyes,
saturated by the way your fingertips move.
Inhale – deep – suspicious
under cotton clovers
in sharp seconds
a shiver – liquid skin
slithers down my spine
in wet pulse
I have your fingerprints
matched to mine
one – quick – minute
Time is essential – a sport
your goal
not mine
You kick – I lunge
inhale
a deep block
a curve over a thousand threads
stretched – an ultimate match
two pasts
two people
two moments connected
for one final win
2am steps on concrete, today’s echo covering me, woven into ripped sheets, torn cotton attempting to strangle daydreams.
Night comes at last to my eyes, sprinkling glass dust on me as an outcast. Worlds turn. Planets exist. Alone. What do they wait for.
I have my head in a book. Mixed in with semi-colins while she has her head in the oven. I am her, on pages of charcoal I become tangible; solid.
And in parentheses I say, “Flames burn skin, not souls. You need hell for that. Here I am.”
Bring your church to the key – back rooms –
chimney sweep – flushed with soot –
black like cats – deep in Winter sleep.
Bring your arm to my ball – and chain
me up – downstairs – I
am a slave
to black waves of adultery –
and let’s not leave out the China, please? – In
the hutch, where dead mice sleep.
Take me to your temple – here, now go
to sleep – shackled to me –
wrapped in spite –
or luxury.
I won’t drop or swallow – your metal is safe
against my chest – One of us
is naked on the inside –
Christ would like how we make it here –
every Winter –
while the cats let the mice sleep.
The dragon doesn’t wake with the sun. It is warmed
through mock light, on an affected cove. It looks
like it could be made of mopani,
but he cannot tell colors
what they should be
and what they are not.
I left him a note, this morning, by his glass house.
In his rest, he inhaled the pushed warm air
that circulates my blood each night.
I promised him Aspen and Cabbage and
my return.
I am late. I am always pushing the clock
into my lungs, back to my cycle,
back to little hands and little
feet swirling around
a glass house,
tearing cabbage for a dragon that
constantly stares at me.
When a shadow slips black,
deep in the background,
steep in the sleek sound of
cricket wings leaking,
singing six feet – under
lock and key.
You don’t need to understand me,
the hardness that backhanded me.
the stillness wrapped tight around.
My swan! Feathers spread for what?
Not flight! Grace treads light
enough, we fight.
No words. Just wings, singing
for the shadow, deep in the back
ground, the Warrior’s Echo.
This article was first published by L.K. Kelley, author of White Wolf Prophecy Trilogy on 7 June 2015 at https://whitewolfprophecy.wordpress.com/2015/06/07/my-constant-companions-patience-hard-work/
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