Taste The Shades Of A Long, Hot Summer
Metaphor hanging from my front door
Knuckled knocking fist builds gallows.
Moon and wind fill the garden, with
Darkened leaves torn from their home.
Veins in my hands are
Shaped as a felled tree.
Lost the ease of being in my own skin.
From frosting window
Shoeless child ties knots in laces.
In window frost a written vision, perhaps -
Her map will be a mirror
On her lap, she will paint it black -
Nail varnish from Mother’s
Bedside medicine cabinet.
A stolen C Minor crushes
Piano rib cages,
For all seasons
The virus which slits throats
Has time on its’ grubby hands.
Tender is calling:
Two yards from mountain peak
Beside dead river deer, white rising moon,
When bells of the slopes’ cathedral
Invite towards our village.
Into stormy sky(pes) we make a river
To drown before becoming:
Of honey’ed sun, lotus petals
The wetness between us.
Our river’ed hips shake
Bones to blood dust,
Fluvial flirting on skirts of banks
Astride fields of one skin.
Make the night we first
Made love come again
Until skin is flayed
& lips bleed.
Anagram of Corona Virus = Carnivorous. What can it mean?