"snakehair" poems
The moon hangs above me
beclouded
A pupil behind a milky cataract
He knows night's words
When he tells me them my
eyes roll to whites
My succubus drapes herself
over me
Her snakehair is such a mess
They tell me love's words while
biting at her *******
That woman is there in the
window again
black backlit cutout
by yellow light so nicely framed
She dances without moving
I throw a rock at her window,
and she stays motionless
I flee terrified
The winter forest draws snug
its blanket
snow unspoiled by track or trail
My breath is smoke on the air
The wastelands burn about me
bergs of ***** bone
They tell me of secret grottos
in cool underground
wherein water
drip
drip
drips
onto tombstones forever muted
My longing lips crack and bleed
My sunblind eyes drift skyward
I scream for the vulture
my friend
to fly me down there
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC