Monday, October 03, 2005
everywhere the glint of gold
i imagine when the initial puff of orange dust cleared
and carter's vision drifted to the glints
of gold on tut's treasure trove of funerary things,
he felt the way i do when your eyes open
and first focus on me.
your sphinx smile
spreads across your pale face and heralds
the scarab that rolls the sun out from the clouds each day,
and your first words of the morning
could caress and stir the reeds along the nile.
you may whisper a hello that is as
delicate as the fingers of the scribes that
cut images of feathers into stone walls,
or issue a kiss in greeting that would make
ramses' columns wobble in place,
but as you roll over on your side and i see
the desert of freckles spattered across your shoulders-
as you suggest i stay just a bit longer, please-
historical canons of beauty, all marvels of antiquity
are lost when you close your obsidian eyes
and lapse into sleep again.
Posted at 02:29 am by
ululation
always
Sunday, September 25, 2005
after which you drove me home in the rain
and the streetlights - those that hadn't
been shocked into darkness by lightning -
melted the colors of the city into wet
stripes that ran into the drains or collected
uselessly in the gutters, i shivered from
what i pretended was the a/c and you
squeezed my hand twice in time
with the windshield wipers.
Posted at 03:39 am by
ululation
always
Friday, September 23, 2005
hello, dark eyes;
obsidian almost, and closed.
your skin
is whitest in places that
the moonlight can't touch -
luckily i've got the advantage
and, blue in the night,
the only regret i have is that
i can't continue to make
you happy
while you sleep.
Posted at 02:44 am by
ululation
always
on the accidental reading of once-familiar lines
stumbling across words that struck you
at the time - maybe you didn't have a pen,
maybe you were impatient or in a hurry to
the bed - but were forgotten is like
being kissed (with tongue) by a total stranger
that is actually the one you love.
Posted at 02:43 am by
ululation
always
the dusty glass holds
a spider at the bottom -
dead, spread like a star.
Posted at 02:42 am by
ululation
always
