Sepulchral Body.
I forget how once
I recited your name.
Frayed blossom spent
seven thorns from seven wounds
of loving you.
Sepulchral body
rhythmic dancing
rupturing those vessels
from the pungent flesh of servitude
The garden – my garden
now barren and prickly
a desert cactus
gouging the flesh
cold and bare rock faced.
I recited your name.
Frayed blossom spent
seven thorns from seven wounds
of loving you.
Sepulchral body
rhythmic dancing
rupturing those vessels
from the pungent flesh of servitude
The garden – my garden
now barren and prickly
a desert cactus
gouging the flesh
cold and bare rock faced.
I observe those migratory birds
soaring their temperate destination
as perpetual residence – they do decline.
Trapped by the hallucinations
of their freedom
Endless in its liberty.
M.C. Newberry
Thu 22nd Jan 2015 20:00
I had some fun interpreting this as a lament for
physical love lost and the regret of how transient
love insists on being just that...transient.
Question:
Isn't "dessert" actually "desert" in this context?