Once Eaten

I loved your dark eyes like
thunderclouds, the sky filled
with them. The way a rose
bleeds salmon-colored fluids,
the same way a child might
cry for milk when the dry tit
shrinks and folds. You were
beautiful once, unknowable like
the pleasures of the world or
the sea-storm place when no one
is watching. You were the last
gift, the strange star shining,
the morning-winged bird who
flew into the mouth of darkness
improbably swallowed.

1 comment:

Sylvia Winters said...

Wow. This is a nice piece, so many beautiful images and phrases. "dark eyes like thunderclouds," "rose bleeds salmon-colored fluids," "sea-storm place." And of course, the last three lines. Very atmospheric and chilling.