She sits in a red dress
That shows more of herself than she’d like.
She’s happily, newly married, but only for a while
Once the week is done she’ll hang up her dress
And sigh.
She waited for the unicorn
And has seen many asses pass by.
She has seen the ass inside herself.
I linger, as in the night, as
Ghosts of arms surround me, as
they sigh and scream,
*In the clearing, the moon wanes soft as it greets the grass salted with tears
I reached out my hand, and -
I almost touched it. *
“Hold on, hold on, wait for him
He is coming.”
I’ll stay no longer in this star-scarce company.
The roots of celestials have buried themselves in my heart
And galaxies have formed in my mind.
I find myself shooting amid suns.
*The unicorn turned into an ass
Before I could pull my hand away.
I am burned. *
I am left waiting.