I hold this in the creases of my palms;

The book of a creature who

eats the glittering horns of a devil.

I’ve witnessed the trees

weep where she will rest.

I’ve watched the stars

cascade from the sky

and rupture into her eyes

the morning she was born;

The same hour morning gave birth

to a sea of  her whispering fragrance.

The moon is where she folds

and envelopes the secrets of a prayer .

And we all will wait,

We all will wait

Where she takes her ***** and breath.

Cities ablaze and words ignite.

From underneath wounded heels

the world weaves a shrill tremble.

Fate twists and collides like

an eclipse shackling death.

And her flesh, her flesh is where the

violent pomegranates erupt nectarous words

Of forbidden languages,

Silent soliloquies of poetry

echo from between the arches of the

gothic cathedrals carved into her deathly collarbones.

Her breath melts the blood of man

For she is what holds the sun

And teems forth the spring of truth

From beneath the land of cinderous lies,

Where the starving incubi fornicate

And sit heavy upon the hissing

nightmares of beautiful women.

Men helplessly comply to the

catharsis in her brief passing.

The mouths of women bleed

and spines erode to her paralyzing current.

There are those who wish to tear her poetic guts

and wear them as victory crowns and armored robes

Those who dream of bathing in their triumph of her death

And those who desire to drain the mysteries of her sky

A sky of  roses made of stars

A sky of birthing constellations

A sky of dawn goddesses

I wish for this to rotate vagrant and mangle

The ill hearts who wish to rip

heavens body in one syllable.

-Arizona