My girl is drenched in sunlight
Every step she takes
She sets the hollow ground ablaze
Her hair is spun from silkworms fingertips
She is stained glass shot through with moonbeams

My girl is sewn in neon
Stitched with the violent nighttime glow
That renders shadows as indigo ink
Illustrates them so
In ways the quiet amber streetlights
Envy so

When she dies
I am certain that
My girl’s embers will burn dove white
In the twilight’s velvet sky
And outshine every other winking ember
As her smile did so in life

Senseless, ******, visceral, vile
Creature of strange wordless spite
Your animosity is black as treacle
As though a mist of insolence
Lies thick within the torrid southern air
And tasting sour on my tender tongue

You are a king
Though not the only one
I am queen of the Nile

I am not she who slinks down spiral steps
Or sinks into your asphalt grip
Not she who twines herself around your marble chest
My name is not the one you ache to call

You carve out my skull
To decorate the walls with my soul
Man of granite, turn me hollow
**** me softly if you must

contradiction
followed by
contradiction
with

u n u s u a l
spacing

endless metaphor
describing pain
and injustice

wash
rinse
repeat

you're a poet, harry