Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

December 1, 2010


Filed under: Text — Tags: , — Lilac @ 9:00 am

The woodsman suspends me at Von Gutenberg Fetish Ball. As guests enter I spin in crimson rope & drink the beauty of light through closed eyes.
Switchblade. Gasp; knit tights are sliced off my legs. Arch when the whip hits stomach. Fly.

He puts me up again, tracing my inverted body in a zipper of bright red clothespins. Hanging from the ceiling like a little bat, I’m aware my friends have walked in. It’s never really an awesome night, one says, until you see someone you know hanging from the ceiling.

He puts me up again, on a One Way sign at Folsom Street Fair. Sunshine and a thousand cameras surround me; the woodsman & I & my brother are the only ones who matter. I’m slack-jawed and gone, hanging by two ropes; later my brother shields me as I dress again. My worth does not decline with exposure of it.

Coming home I strip, gold sugar sprinkles laid along my skin, and am devoured in knee-socks.

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