Eve was
not born from Adam’s rib…..
Anonymous
Fading away, wings of shivering birds
peeling off my skin- not a nest but a shield.
I do not speak. I do not live. I spit on the
beginning
you should not see, black helmet of faith.
‘I
have done it again. One year in every ten’-
She said. I take and re-take the acid of
her vein,
And I crawl like her baby around her long
neck
Creep, drag, duck, purge….the roots of my
hair!
The limbs of my womb- move!- again and
again.
I have killed the spider in my tongue.
Now—be my guest—you can sing the song
But wait, wait until dawn.
The black phantom of love is not gone
Purple, blue, yellow lights of stone merge…
He is still eating with honey, my hands in
his sex.
London,
September 2009
Eve merges in the forest of her body while the Lady of Shalott sees hers die reflected on the water. Beautiful poem.
ResponderEliminarYour words are also beautiful...many thanks!
ResponderEliminar