Stay away from the voodoo, love.
Resist
the swamp music
the bells on her ankles
her feathered fan
and when she sways
at the hip—
goddess of sudden changes
patroness of prostitutes
and abandoned lovers—
chanting Mambo, terrible beauty.
Say nothing
when she leans close
(cinnamon, tree bark and, faintly, smoke)
and breathes
*If you have no altar,
I am your altar.*
Stay away from the voodoo, love—
her drumbeats and cypress trees,
her hocus pocus
honeylocust.
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 6:03 PM UTC
Stay away from the voodoo, love.
Resist
the swamp music
the bells on her ankles
her feathered fan
and when she sways
at the hip—
goddess of sudden changes
patroness of prostitutes
and abandoned lovers—
chanting Mambo, terrible beauty.
Say nothing
when she leans close
(cinnamon, tree bark and, faintly, smoke)
and breathes
*If you have no altar,
I am your altar.*
Stay away from the voodoo, love—
her drumbeats and cypress trees,
her hocus pocus
honeylocust.
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