horsey ô horsey III

 

horsey ô horsey
ebony horsey
horsey
un ebony ocean

horsey
beloved
black horsey
beloved
beauty

collect
bones on bag
go with grâce
to garden

stop
at river

wherever you are
close eyes
caress torso
you tore
into

ribbons
flying from cliff

shift
sands
from
vase

let
leavings
vanish

beloved be

by death
bed i lay
still
reading
letter
you gave
to guardian

translating terror
within this
thorax

moment
to
moment

gazing
at granite
of your eyes

watching way
you brought white
robe

hung
it over
painting by person
from 16th
century

sorrow
sewn into silk

though
covered in thorns

be beast
singing you spoke
so clearly

that morning
not so

long ago
after arriving
by battered boats

on sea

of skin

of skin

you
gave
word

standing
there

staring
like rain
over bed
i lay
truly

broken
broken beloved

& you knew
that better
than any other

leaving
with lamentations

you saw
through black
sun

& its heirs

you came over
carried sheets
from death
bed to window

bed to window

crowd
with horse
crawling along

past us

taking
off turquoise top

cleaning
sheet after sheet

until only rags
littered room

some paper
i scribbled

letters
to you
wherever you were

dancing death's duo

getting through

natural

force found us

leg
against leg

hip against hip

robbing wrong
from regard

i'd grown

getting used
to annihilation's
absence

came rolling
your body
into me
beloved

horsey ô horsey
ebony horsey

harvesting her
who was in
me

undoing knot
after

knot
night in night

you knew
what it was

i was
doing

devising
diagrams of distance

intimacy

kneeling
we kneeled

neck
to neck

washing with tongue

altered
anatomies

inside
out
we witnessed
each other
from floor

looking out
at space

where we dug
shallow graves
for each other's

heart
when that had
to come

& it came
with each
& every caress

carving
cosmologies
from tears
turning us
like lathe

lovers
we would
become white
wall

hiding history

of how hard
we were
obliged to be

before

before

rains

horsey ô horsey
ebony horsey

beloved
black
beauty

dances
no
doubt

sleeping so
loud

the winter night
we kneel
we kneel

when
fatigued
from flight
into one another's
wings

conceal
our clever secrets
with sweat
saliva
semen

remembering rain
of body
beloved

horsey ô horsey

 

 

 

Christopher Barnet

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