Black Orchid Fugue ( stolen kisses )

 

this is her day off

she is eating thoughts
of east european descent
all post impressionism
cut to taste

her heritage drips down
her long young legs
slowly
rhythmically
in a dive
a slowdive
the sun caress her body
she leans her head to the side
her red hair cascades
her lips red too,now parted
she is passing mystery
she doesn't so much appear
she is just suddenly here
or there,who can tell
his dark eyes
question nothing
his long shadow
soft mad splinters on her back
his hands on her belly
he gets on top of her
she feels him inside
hours turn to years then to minutes
as he bites the sides of her neck
as he spreads her ass cheeks
inside,again
this time eternal
he kisses her eyelids
as he kisses her thighs
she is gone

and I suppose
she is godless
all
good women are,

godless

she comes back
unaware she ever left
she holds his face to her bossom
as her toes and fingers
coincide
with every lie he ever believed
and merges
with every promise
long broken
her rhythms
her exact rhythms
breaks the soil of the wasteland
of a hundred years of blind faith
and the bones,the colored bones
of every whiskey dressed friend
on the wrong side of right
that was ever left behind,

godless


murder him,Orchid

burn his cities
enslave his thoughts
reject ten years of trust transfussions,
seek god,
bleed god,
feel god,
pee god,
be god,
spit god
fuck god,
make everything godless
just feed him with your kisses
as he crawls on the bottom of her cage
as he sees god in every drop of sweat
from your forehead
to the bed
make him worship you
with every slap
or caress ,

as he fades of thirst,
quench his thirst
with your body
let it spill from the sides
of his mouth
he is choking on you
he is gone,it was his choice
as it is your choice
to let go of
trustless beauty
let go of memories
of our deaths,so long ago,
since yesterday
no one speaks
of that night,

no one has too,
anymore,godless

I see you by the purple shore,

then I don't.



-Alfred Huete



29 December 2010