The Palinode for an Unwritten Love Poem I. On June 22nd, I invite you into my fen so you can sward in my wetlands. I watch you turn green like colonial algae. I let you taste my zodiac sign and sin. On June 23rd, there was no record of words spoken at yr birth, so I know the rose was wrong to say that your Venus in Leo and my Venus in Aries share the same desire. There is no moonlight in my hadal waters, and you don’t bioluminesce, so you could never be my moon baby, my Enoch or my Zachariah. I have the soul of a fish--with human longing. You have a sun and a moon that oppose one another directly. The karmic connection is fierce. Our stars were grown together there, but here, I am the one woman warrior and the one conquistadora. You were not sent to get me. II. So come, lay in my bed. Put yr cock back inside me. Let yr growls and my screams grow as high as the trees that line the Louisiana Street Divide. So come, sit on my bed. Put yr back to my chest, hide yr face. Let me pick at yr head and pull bites from your hair, the way primates pluck and eat each others’ fleas. If yr winds won’t wuther love, how can you expect my heart to shake?
Posted on: Wed, 21 Aug 2013 00:55:39 +0000
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