Beautiful black legs

 

horsey ô horsey
ebony horsey

code
you confirmed
under sheets
of streets
& seas

conducted
your miraculous
caress

calling
demanding
how long
had i died

so she
should sing

to seas
that were
sister

well
welled

up in her
for time
turned by torso

she turns
her
& screams
song

thumped
& threaded
through this
biography without
bitterness

ocean
covered in gates
& doors

murderous dancer
undid
my mystery

nature of numbers

how i wept
only on wings

how i saw
her legs
like
arch
of arcade

body beamed
lost
so

long
before leaping
following
her on
floor of hair
& silk

how long
ô how long
i have been

alive
awake

so
short

sick
since
sigh

sick
since
sight

so they say

so they say
& sing in corridors

wrenched
from whirlpool

sea
of strings
capsules
fluid

vital
fluid

another
number
number's knots
no

no

dispatch
death from
me beloved
ô horsey horsey

ebony horsey

annihilation's
ambiance

dead
on feet

we dance beloved
ebony beauty

(culture embalmed
floats on froth)

far
from
us

beloved
i'm beaten

but you become
such beautiful
beast

making your way
through
sleep

walkers
sleep
walkers
wielding

fingers
at holy flame
bending over
back
wards
&
wards
of torsos turned
to sleep

when

i remember
legs wrapped around

this
thudding
thorax

that cant
tell

whether
it is up

or down

further down

down
in ravines

we take off
our robes

wash each other
in blood

blood washes
clean

condition

call it that
if you wish

so skies
shriek
in this
human field

our skeletons
turn to
melody

you can play
in any temple

adhering
to your arms
beloved
your tongue
teaches

though
you are
not here
you are here
already widow

mare in mire

cadavers in pyre
let black sun
seethe
beloved

let black sun seethe

who will watch
these words
when morgue
identifies

person
who passed

through

passing
through

singing
ebony horse
sing

from behind
brush
brush my back
beloved
as before

carrying candles
into corridor
drag
me down
into
your
ditch

our bodies
have become wrath

night in night

blood in blood

comrades
will feel
me so cold

beloved
only you
healed by heat

 

 

Christopher Barnet

Christopher Barnet

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