NaPoWriMo 2014 #12

'Nude torso with Venetian Carnival Mask'

a photo by Graham Lowe ©

Carnaval y patrón mi prostituirse

inside the patterns

I find no fence works

she was trimmed

goddess Brazilian

maybe she was Columbian

I lose sight of maps

and wanting knowledge

when blinded by this kind of mania

I can barely disguise

my intentions with a purposeful scent

I wanted the graceful

easy poison of her dark eyes

the dangerous smiles

the turn hands

each framed moment

when I am another

drink and task

she cups herself with

full of wax and wane

crescent thumb-nails and

dark dollop-y new night skies

here is where

I pay to be worn down

with what I crawl through

wading into

how she waits

for my immutable

laughter and

surrender

to become 

the mask

undone

EJR ©