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| Alexandre Jacques Chantron 'charmeuse' circa 1907 |
i was thirsty for her Jericho this year
(there were vinifera, vials and drums)
in goddess
centrifugal worship
the vineyards were where
we knelt
felt fiber dealt
stone sieve to
sewn
coal to life-bone
diamond-ing
one hand
in timed
surprise
a finger
pressing
attention
to your lips
quiet
bloom
of persona, anima,
shadow
wondering whether here is…
ever you
or me with a worn weathered look
wanting to
see conscious beginnings
what seeks
an end
what
compacts ritual sun
to rise
or set
what
folds into
the moon
blessing wet
does tidal
pull not let us forget
we are
artifice
the part
of us
in humane
orbit
gravity,
gardens
and sound
you
remember, eve
the pine garland
smells
the petal
sap sticky thorn
broad
leaf stamen stains
you said
i surrendered
to base alkaloid
brain
whenever
i tricked myself into
thickly
throes thinned and applied
i wanted you
poster sinner
what iron
wrought
forge naught
reason but desire
fire aught
never be bought
though sought
parts of you and me
have
always fought to story
archetype
and destiny
names
inside glory disguised
patterned
ebbs, sand and sea
flows and
clocks and what you taught me
to look
for in the skies minding over us
a taut
laudanum sanctuary
for the
self is a foggy island
on an
inland sea
echo,
siren
and night
waiting
for light
to break
us
you and
me
we however
are coupled
to ambulatory articulation
we are always
combing beaches
reaches
rooting our parts for hair and facilitation
what we may
have discarded when we were faithless enough
for
divine intervention and coarse instrumentation
how we always
liked burning the landscapes
how we
always have cellular remorse
how we always
embrace a peruse of a place
we always
hope our core soul can grow into
when we
begin to love being sold
for the
first time
at the
corner
of Horus
and Dionysus
i preach
giving
away
what i
bottle
vintner memory
you in red
ripe and
sumptuous
calling
the junes
EJR ©
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