Thursday, November 09, 2006
Lipstick Sonata
red lights
red lights down and total
a buzzing from the apiary,
a bare moon
in a smoothed-out sky
pink mascara
your eyes closed
mouthing something
like wash wash wash
with the moon’s help
I can find you anywhere,
its long rays
like unshaven thoughts
leading me
by supple notion
to where you are—
through cool black
velvet drapes, two sets.
