Frankenstein, I love you
a foreboding sense of entitlement
washes over me like a tidal wave
i fashioned you out of porcelain
and rainwaterlush amounts of vigilance and melancholia
rhapsody and raptureand the celestial balm of crisp lilac
skin lightly frosty to the touch
i have to be mindful
you are incarnate now
(but mostly, mortal)searching for another tinge of backbone
in my cupboard
(but mostly, for myself)i encounter a shriveled reminiscence
carpeted with dust
(but mostly, it's my old soulretiring into the cobwebs)
and elsewhere
harbored deep in the palm trees
far away from my creation
is this solitary secret
that is my valiant glowing heart.
For Shilpa
salmon skinned Sufi sunflower sanctity
the honey in your incantation
soothes the raspiness in my lucidity
a solitary sterile silver needle
depositing carbon ash Sanskrit
deep below the facet of my skin
cradling your energy like a vehement pyre
my glacial untrained hands
are phosphorescent.
Ash Wednesday
cathedral charcoal
soot
dust
from a chimney
from the top of the housethat repentance built
i recall you telling me
the Strong must protect the Sweet
Father smudged it on
and how ferociously!
my forehead cracked open
That Andan epoch of damnation
came tumbling out
practicing Alchemist
fine-tuning my marrow
like a copper violin
a resting puddle
of aqua pura
at the foot of His vestment
all
this
because
you'll never buy me flowers
anymore.
i ask you
kindly
Not to giggle
at the condensation
i'm becoming
for i love you deeply
(while the sun is in my eyes)