feminine

Night Walk

13/100

       100 poems/52 weeks challenge’ 2018

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Today, I am feeling sharp,
the light slants off my knees
at knifed angles
and my hair twists in wet malice,
“I feel sharp”, I repeat,
almost in pleasure.

The cobblestone seduces the moon
and I walk a whimsical night,
and I do not know why
my desire must only manifest
with a black cat
or a circumferenced moonlight.

But if to bewitch,
my own gait is a forbidden road
let me walk in secrecy
with strange eyes
like gallows–
of climax,
a sip
a fall
a see-saw, ever so delicious.

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Monochrome Ariel


Mare Zebras in floral rain-coats 

flood past Sir Ladyfinger’s ship.
I had never seen so many stripes

Hunkering past the local skirt-shop.

And so my shoes garbled out few vowels to

The ocean-bed,

Hot with pregnancy

Of neither pink nor blue.
 In life

I chewed on sea-apples and grew up an Eve.

Started tying serpents on my neck for boardroom-meetings.

Lended my fingernails

 to a knight upon a sea-horse–

off to the colour-bind land

I went

to wear frolicking babies; 

one on the basin

The other on the stove.

 

Until a mismatched rainbow hatched the monochrome ground

From where I broke

Sea-water

To birth myself again

Again 

In collage.