Submissions by nomoth

the seamstress in you, were we to wrestle        
would skin for a ribbon            
 my port wine stain              
             
             
count the times you’ve asked and now you know,            
a lip smacked in appetite satisfying old questions            
  ‘knowing why I am so stable’            
  ‘why I am so strong’            
you should never waver in your asking      
  in the undressing     
     
             
you should cauter for a sequin            
my birthmark, like your dress  ...

as she sails away under a blanket eye
as she falls underneath the rooftops into her garden  
  to nestle and rest;  
 in oceans she will disappear.  
 
not a drop,  
  not a drop dear Lord  
  poured to you;  
the scales are balanced unevenly.  
 
These are my maps I’m making her.

In days to come
they will merge like one grey river
into which nothing will flourish
or breathe or whisper
a dear true line of love.
It disables every movement,
It rots my crumbling columns
Onto which my awkward footsteps trip.

It had once felt so unattainable
yet by some breeze’s tender stroke
bespoken to whatever spell
could drag by the hair
this stuporous fledgling
towards a smidgeon of beauty.
and a sense of refinement.
 
To forget is this insane??????
This mission I’ve been...

A coastal swim.    
Senses deranged        
  from our floundering spirits        
struggling in shallow water.        
       
A Pakistani blossom drive        
  then home        
to 20 bottles of red wine and dreams.        
         
Beautiful minds stroll        
  right on through the room        
where in moonlight drowning        
we unsettle the maggots        
by staring the darkness out          
as an inclement anabasis        
   weaves itself        
around the cleft-palate        ...