Under Words
written by: Robin McNamara
O the moon
an opulent lust
It is ridiculous.
I have washed my pale skin
in readiness for the circadian of the heart
hiding in souls
incomplete & twisting in a cadence
motion under the moonlight
where the poet lays out words
in the loom of soil where the muse has been taken
by the darkness
that hides your withered heart that
you carry in a cage —
unseen by those who went by silently
in the night.
Dark lines of light lingering
under a lunar eye, the
shadows eat the darkness whole.
Everyone wants to leave a heart
in haste for another sin.
O the sky —
a glass partition
as the first cut of your autumnity
dress begins the fall.
Soon the grim breeze of kogarashi arrives.
Come now the winter of us —
there’s a crack in the waters,
trees splintered without mercy.
Hearts frozen, the skies torn apart,
a silver tear falls halfway down
her mallow-rose cheeks.
A famine lingers in her mouth, tongue dried
from pride of her ancestral heart.
Come now to the surface of the lake
a looking glass the depth of you —
under words with your louvre smile
lingering in the deep waters.
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