sexual predators

dieing cities suffering the last of pale moonlight

decaying

in the tangle of limbs
the gentle lattice work of window frames

cast on upturn faces
flushed

with temptation to flicker fingers
over the gentle humming
of predator songs

where shadows embed
themselves in words

and unused emotions
stand in witness
to the last violence
committed on these endless shores

a little female Rage

i am a Woman

my body is a black (w)hole
drawing everything near me
to the inside of me

and tearing it to pieces

a gravitational love
a thousand directions at once

appearing here
and exploding outwards
on the other side of the galaxy

in a deep black universe
one luminous pin-point
in so many stars

a burning heart for a burning sky
back on earth

girl

i saw her standing there
nervously rubbing her palms
over her thighs
biting her lip
looking side to side
her dress clinging at her knees
mud splashed up her legs

i wanted to
i wanted to touch her
i wanted to hold her

but i knew that
would make everything
so much worse

fairytale

if this were a new world
and these were our first steps
upon these fabled shores
we would know
that we could not face Her armies
and survive

but in the ignorance and knowledge
of foreign empires
we advanced as if there was nothing
in us to lose
as if the fires surrounding the towers
did not mirror the fire in Her eyes

as if She did not know
that no matter how wicked our hearts
or how vigilant our minds
that Her crimson lips and ebony hair
would stand always as a gleaming beacon
on darkened hills

that could outnumber our quickening breaths
and summon us to our deaths

bed sheet goddess

you explored the hollows of
her stomach
and wished for a roundness
to swell there
for her breasts to
grow tender

you lay your head just below her ribs
willing another heartbeat

with your knees on the white sheets
hands on either side of her hips
you mouthed against her belly

a name
a single name

again and again

her fingers may have been in your hair
her eyes fading in the soft light

but you knew

(o' sweet mother of my children)
you will never see Louisiana

Insect Soft

I am face down in the dirt
dreaming of soft moist bodies
sectional lives
cut in half and still moving

and of scurrying little multiplicities of legs
brushing together
in chirping songs of longing

hard little bodies
with soft little insides

softer still than my own hands
crushing iridescent little shells

painting my face in their remains

I am a God among insects
with now iridescent shells for eyes

Queen to beetles

whose love songs
carry over vast distant landscapes
and never ever end

the unending

embedded in a darker planet
frozen at the center
of my own ignorance

i shattered the silence
of a thousand red fires
glowing in the heart of every sinner

who is my child
and also my only lover

separated by the endless black
of an uncaring universe
and trapped like the
burning stars in my eyes

where white light is the only torture
and the utterance of a thousand sighs
is only the patience to break unalterable law

mutilation

palms down
gripping my legs
fingers splayed wide
nails dug in
when the hands
were pried away
left little half moons
in angry red

Inspired

her Legs

i wanted to thank
all of the time
but i lacked will
and He had told me
i had Beauty
but no grace
so i lacked confidence as well

but her Legs

each purple vein on white velvet skin
was a path demanding exploration
each gentle curve
requiring navigation
a soft pace
her skirt brushing her knees
a meandering land where i wanted to find home
and lay my head in easy comfort