NaPoWriMo 2014 #17

engraving by Bernard Picart

barber chair Daphne 

(part 1)

in coated oils

I poke fun at those

making me nervous

I become some

edge water trafficking

what escapes best

most easily sold

I’m taken

with creating art

from moral sleaze slants

granting myself a selfish 

novel sanctum access

when I compliment your eyes

you kept drinking

I thought you were testing my resolve

you surprised me when you took to vulgar

and became a biting and aggressively raw

you began to avail your soul

in elliptical lust

tarnish

spit and shine

you said so much

as come and get me

toward morning

before midnight

and its band

of liquor gallantry

stops me from playing

you masked yourself too

and somehow

knew me acutely

by scent and key

you saw me bleed

as I threw leeway

to angelic monsters

with wings and disguises

I pretended I might be

(part 2)

I wore myself lost

admiring her ass

her dip-perfect pears

pared and paired

her bent, curled smalls

her movement nautilus,

wines and songs

she was interestingly

dangerous

wielded beauty and

rapier intelligence

she was bellicose

to elegant

meant to send me a hint

she was going to

inherit  all

of my attention

she was all weather

biological seasons

and clocks

we were meant

to be in tides,

time counted

limbs, digits and

toothed algorithms

we might only

ever see

iris, thunder

and rainbow

playing their hands

keeping track

by three card monty

rain chasing

the queen

of hearts

to steal into

how she roots

each of us are some part fantasy

and some part romantic door she said

rightly I agreed silently seeking

why before letting go as well

(part 3)

thinking she was right

we are

some sort of begging

silhouetted cities

hungered

with immediacy

we are our clothes

hasty ancient ruins

modern technology

control mechanisms

imbibes we tie ourselves

spelling our names by poem

with every articulate gesture

of surrender and command

we take hold of our souls

feeling how full

of a moment

with each other

we can make

ourselves with

we lick

pulsed

in ornate

immutable

we squeeze

spawning

temporary

divinities

we tease

each other

repeatedly

wanting more

before breaking down

into the quiet womb

sleep provides

please she says

please I say

now

I say

yes

she says

do not stop

or go past go

EJR ©