babel dire as biblical
dominance of white noise
print on her adornment
while smoke signals train
her back against the wall
this is no woman's land
intimate friend,
visionary soul
her fickle heels
dance on broken stone
brown eyes
with tears like raindrops mix
with blood seeping through
interruption
she is glittering like the moon
contrasting
as if mingling seductively
as skin splits in the darkness,
night of the vulnerable
inhabiting imagination
within this idyllic illustration
expedient bondage,
for her promiscuous monarch
of unyielding bare bone
find satisfaction
in the middle of
turbulent core
while his spirit requires
that the world learns
this poem
again
A profound piece of work
A profound piece of work