I hover above the city, wingless,
every bone as thin as string,
taut as an horizon. Below -
a crumbling labyrinth of catacombs,
streets of fading Greek and French,
a Jew hobbling, the scent of sea,
brickdust rising in a desert wind.
I was there once, earthbound,taut as an horizon. Below -
a crumbling labyrinth of catacombs,
streets of fading Greek and French,
a Jew hobbling, the scent of sea,
brickdust rising in a desert wind.
rooted in your hand, tamed by crumbs,
shedding songs for you of love
and distant lands. I curved my eyes
around your limbs, your kisses lay
like prayer beads on my skin.
You were my spell, my augury of loss.
In a lens of refracted light beyond sight,
I see your heart, a bruise, incurable,
never hushed, tucked inside you,
a knife in a sheath, ticking as you
stalk the streets - a skilfully
moving dream hunting sex.
You watched me once - a scandalous
leaving - sifting through the slats of
shutters, floating from the terrace,
my backward glance, a broken arrow.
One day I’ll return: a windblown hag
falling from the sky, an aborted planet,
landing where the bay curves and
the candy floss seller blows his horn.
You won’t know me.
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More of my poetry can be read on http://www.odyssey.com, http://www.chanticleer-press.com/, http://www.vivimusmag.com/poetry.html
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