Friday, 16 October 2009

false gods

my body slices through the air
thick with the pheremones
of those looking
for their version of love
for the night.

belonging not to that world
i exhale my disenchantment
before it's poison spreads
into all of my corners.

outside the cool night wind
breathes her secrets
into our hair and you tighten
the ribbon around my neck.

bells echo down the street
drowning the sound
of a thousand midnight stallions.

i avoid the cracks and jump the gun,
distill the evidence until i can map
the anatomy of your melancholy.
until the street light
forms a halo above your head
and you're bathed in amber
and burn my eyes.


Madeleine Miranda said...

Lovely writing again!


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