Monday, June 6, 2011
That I can balance on it,
Like a black cat carrying a bird through daisies.
Your bedroom window glass was keeping us apart, and so
I wrapped my red kimono around my fist and broke it,
And now, for a minute,
There is a naked woman standing with her toes in your dewy lawn.
The sound woke him.
He asked you, "Who is it, dear?"
"A banshee and her hound."
"Sugar melted in cream."
Something in Romany and the sun rose higher.
My desire to steal has become my heartbeat.
I touch nothing if it isn't your skin.
I could wait out here forever,
But I won't.
Send him away.
Let me in.
Believe me, my scorching dark dove,
The sky is always big enough
To hold every bird.