Icarian Saturnalian...

occhi, morso il rituale ...

I, beg and thieve

prey fantasy

altar rain

I eat mosses

beneath weather

skin to dew

slow lattice

tease fan expand

twirl rapid feather duster

stop and tease again

ritual window

wishing theater

this is water

holding its breath

it means Winter

directs hunger

desires purity

ribbon-ed surrender

candy bowl unnoticed

Yule and fire

steamed windows

savory cries

love and lust

the lean parts

holding on

lengthening night

paints choruses

whispers and moans

the audience knows

how to color what’s best

for the rest of themselves

holidays though, to me

are a mad uneasy

a slut gift frenzy please-a-thon

near shutdown impossible

I imagine you

stare words too

turn tuck and bend

back into

the day

wearing what is knew

of a soul passing through

nude anew has its own allure

in my comic strip, I am a whore

for anticipation

I am always taking

my time unwrapping

an almost somewhere

EJR ©