Goddesses of Rage and Despair

objects of desire

and hate

Did they drown in their own beauty?

               curse their amber eyes and

               silk thighs

gasping for air

Did they wish for less?

Did they recoil?

            at the touch of men

            who wanted only touch

extract from them the vital force

watching anger bounce

perfectly

            off their arched backs

A widespread grin when her black skin rips

red

drips from her eyes, between her legs,

seeps from her parted lips

Did they seek love where love not lives?

              hoping to convert contorted minds

Goddesses

of Degradation and Distrust,

are you watching me now?

             sucking your tongues, rolling your eyes.

Cheers,

 

              I didn’t know

 

to our last summer.

Elderflower syrup

swimming in crystal bubbles

your Laugh

between the mint leaves

why in summer?

does the drunken memory resurface

big glossy eyes and fat fucking lies

I want the wind

to take what you left

of me

carry it off somewhere secluded

where I can’t taste bitterness

in sweet elderflower syrup

Mm if it could blow

icy

I’d shiver less

            instead

warm whispers

all over the city

not a sight

but tortured signs

of you

some birds need to mind their altitude

seriously, and what if it had hit me crashed

onto my curved forehead made me dizzy and,

I’d scream making my chemical headache

worse

and I’d probably drop my bag on the wet stones and,

the bird would just go on without

ever thinking

it hit my head and hurt my thoughts

some birds will leave

with no apology

and you’re left wishing you’d seen it come rushing

at your face full speed and ducked

before it was too late