Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

October 24, 2010

Blood moon

Filed under: Text — Tags: — Lilac @ 12:28 am

Of course I’m bleeding, come October’s moon. Symmetry is a needle to the tongue.

You drink from my piercing, blood flooding your lower lip. Happy blood moon. In the morning I’m a crime scene of blood; it falls down my thighs, thick and sticky. My tongue hurts, the blankets are stained with my womb’s blood; oh, happy blood moon, dear brother.


October 2, 2010

Harvest moon

Filed under: Text — Tags: — Lilac @ 9:42 pm

Harvest moon we camp beneath redwoods. Sitting by the fire post-s’mores I write

The drumbeat of flames
Your right hand
The half-moons of your thumbnails
Laminar flame, chaotic flame

August 25, 2010

Grain moon

Filed under: Text — Tags: , — Lilac @ 12:32 pm

July moon you set me aflame. August moon you come to this hearth; clove burning to a black stub in my hand as I hold you in comfort, or welcome.

July 27, 2010

Mead moon

Filed under: Text — Tags: — Lilac @ 1:44 pm

The devil sends me home with his extra tea-kettle and a bandage on the knee. After work I cut myself shaving & thought smiling, it’s too early in the evening to bleed on the carpet..

I expect beauty: mead wine & fireplay!

Dully, while you unwrap rope from my legs: We are here to fail. I kept breaking position to shield my beaten chest, although I wanted to remain in grace, and allow you. Dark is a way and light is a place, wrote Dylan Thomas. This is a way. (Here’s a moment: fire gliding along my skin. Here’s a taste: honeywine on glass.)

Here’s a place: kneeling and managing one wretched, degraded swallow. Like salt popcorn. Musky and fluid and salted. I’m left so, so, beyond low. Never let anything in kink make you feel less, you say. This doesn’t change anything. I love you.

I recover with a bowl of spicy noodles.

A toast: To waxing and waning.

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