1.
Ancient strokes
brushed
on naked skin,
entangled,
a poem without,
my love within.
In costume,
the play begins
without me.
False friends follow,
dragging me back
to the shell of a life.
O girl in blue,
won’t you tell me
what to do?
Paint me, naked,
hair behind one ear,
my Aphrodite.
2.
The journey leads me
back again,
swinging,
trying to get in.
Too many people
watching,
my father’s sin.
Ladies,
lovely like ice cream,
speak to me
in foreign tongues,
send me off to war.
I can’t take it
anymore.
Pulled apart by petals
and stems,
too many corridors,
I can’t get in.
No place to lose my heart.
I’m broken, torn apart.
3.
Time
is a carnival,
masking your face
with laughter,
cotton candy.
Find me
in a melody,
follow the lines.
No time
to remember
before,
on hands and knees.
You alone,
time lost.
And I
not born yet,
even as I die.
4.
The earth
is a dreamer,
hiding behind walls,
hands plunged deep
in dark desert mud,
its name
unknown to anyone.
Memories are
isolated,
all twisted in family.
Speech, so ancient
there are no words.
Strength lies
in friendship,
in purpose.
The way
looms clear.
Then dawn
arrives
and changes
everything.