lamplight and moth night
for amanda
solid glass ice cubes
rose dyed black
drought rain
you
knit
at the bar
and drink
books and books and books
things you know
a beacon, a lighthouse, a match –
lamplight, moth night
strange princess
tower of madness
shipwrecked, fighting for islands
weeping with life, treading water
(don't go, don't go)
angel voice a talent for sadness
triumph – if even only over death
circle girl by yourself
red shoes
real live make believe
(i love you and
that tower of madness on moth bitten night)
peach-colored maiden, maiden
here is your heart, bruised and still
dripping
(gauze)
3 comments:
Mmmm. That's a purdy poem. Have you eaten any foie gras today?
(Love, Lizzie Vonhurst)
lol Lizzie. You're terrible.
It is a lovely poem, and yet I hope to see one about a happier thee soon.
Back from an interesting trip, should be working on an article, will do soon, and drop thee an email about the trip... really magic.
thy friend
lor
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