You Belong to a Woman
Forgiveness is irrelevant,
every day do better than.
Closure, the fuck is that?
Ain’t beatin’ breast on a casket.
I’ll take any storm,
Gatling staccato over when,
you’re older then, below ground.
While we’re both around, let’s go out
where there’s no atlas, flood cracks
where the road was, mirrored sky,
what are you afraid of? Look
into my eyes.
Did you try?
It’s all just busted boxes
you call civilization. No power
to define. Boy,
I built you right the first time.
Black Madonna
Every curl or wave is where I lingered,
every stubble or peach fuzz. Every note
or color, you were born
enough.
You’re here for me to touch.
Pretty pebbles in a stream of song,
no competition if you’re all mine,
there’s no hurry beauty, my baby,
I have nothing but time.
When you were very small,
jostled and shadowed, loud, I paid
special attention. Littles
do latch on. You went on
and on and on. Every dream
you ever had until present,
until you fell asleep talking
in my lap.
Or when you saw my eyes open
and with a grubby hand
fed me from your snack bag
at five in the morning.
No words necessary.
Like when you left with me
every razor in your house.
Symbolic gestures help.
Or when my phone lights up late
and you’re looking for a reason,
it’s old boots now, walk
my love, you know
it’s not my first rodeo.
Toil and Trouble
We’ll settle it in the kitchen,
ain’t fuck all but an open mouth,
can’t wail around peanut butter sandwich,
here taste this, it’s missing
something.
Stir that sauce
while I make coffee,
do you take cream? Remind me
what she used to say, how
this dish is made.
But double on the spice babe,
only white is my surname,
it’ll be okay. Just okay,
I still consider this tame.
Tongue like cartoon flames.
Rings of fire are my safe space.
Not a fan of the electric range.
It’s best to see a thing, go analog.
If it’s too hands off you get lost.
Blistered palm, fire is hot. Adjust.
wyrdwind 