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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