I.

I awoke with different eyes today;

What felt like the eyes of Antares;

A lucid frenzy orbiting

ambrosial crimson dahlias,

Laughing.

You bore witness to the opening of my ribcage

That I have solemnly manifested

for your mind only.

I have opened my rib cage for you, yes,

Like a weeping delicate bloom,

Birthing in the winter desert,

travail.

This is your virginity

Mothered by my violent torn hands;

My bones shudder;

Vibrations of prophecies,

Oracles of each single atom

Bursting within the cosmos, singing—

I prostrate;

Submissive to your fragility.

You colored my skin

With the shade of your rouged lips,

And like the moon,

my branched bones became Spring

By your mouth

Entombed beautifully in the garden of our creed.

Don’t you know that your hands,

Your hands are flooded

With sins?

the sins you have encountered with your victims;

Like me, your victim;

Our veins flow from the rivers

of mother earths chest.

Nymphs with there pale skins;

They bathe in your hidden ocean of blood

That has yet to burst forth

Held behind the enshrined gates of virginity.

I hold you above my head,

I humbly wear you as my crown.

II.

I awoke with different eyes today

Perhaps the eyes of the black cat

Dying her ninth death.

I devise these things,

And I can tell you

The pleasure of feeling

Nothing.

III.

I awoke with different eyes today

Half life, half death.

I have gazed at life

And cried.

I have conversed with death

And laughed;

And by all means

Analogies have never seemed so bona fide

as the affairs of the sun and the moon.

IV

You awoke with new eyes this morning,

A woman.

You are now a woman.

This is the only difference.

forgive me for my words.

-Arizona