Friday, July 24, 2009

Alchemy: a caption

I turn base metal into gold
An hour to always
Horizon to a bell jar
cherishing your life

Lions' paws tickle my hands
Their scratch soft on my neck
and clay-molded shoulders

Women climb
purgatories of my hips
to run a pink tongue
on my hundred nipples

Lions leap or I
allow men too, delirious
to smell nighttime moss

A proud question of
fear an answer to no question
an asking and telling

A tower founded in stars and
suckling grassy wet mud.

[saw this picture and decided to write a caption]

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