Nymph

Strange crude forces hold us down

Our hands are tied

This night

is dead bees

Eyes meet eyes

Horses of gratitude eat pomegranates

from my hand

Strange satisfaction bends over

frozen wombs

cold volcanoes

Dead ants stuck in bloodclot,

staring at you

from between the seasons

of marigold.

 

My hands tell you

To hug karma all night

And sleep in watertight loom.

Bull and cow humping

all night by the mad shore

Let us dream and wake no more

Let us dream and wake no more.

 

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