sceadugenga

©2022 Michael Raven

i know there are no voyeurs here
speckleskinned and broadleaf charmed
moving chameleon green shadow black
i can not see parallax shuffled

belief has faded red to rose pale
the hook bought and set
ripped me crotch to throat ragged
laughing now -- what was there when
no whispers down the phone came?

liquid lover
mercurial trysting the
more grasping the more slipping
quicksilver away

accusations

i heard snow falling leaden on rooftops
-- here they go over the moon
jaded at the last
i carved elephants and shivas
buddha in drag

my shadows embrace
warm like ice
hiding me from wings beating
overhead
tonight