we were but girl-children
to the deathless moon
in this heavy-lidded woodland
eyes like soapy lanterns
twitching in the cradle-dust
still, we voyaged in
joined like dollhouse mountains
my bloodstone-sister was an untamed altar
at which they encroached, wept like ivy
unhinged men & their fresh shoulders
who would pile at her godforsaken toes
to revere, to wide-eyed pray, to boast
a ritual for veneration
that would never starve
still, she dared in
i was but a prying mortal girl & out-of-body
fingering sorries inside a waning pouch
i scooped from meat-faced vultures
dripping the diamond scent of
a grey folklore
which i bittersweetly appointed
on my melancholy own
still, i delved in
i don’t believe we ever emigrated
from the royal purple cold, unpolished wild
or the leather harness of the unclothed bark
of yolky-sun, of pine-fragrant wrangles of trees
here silver-winter comes & time to
urge patient gods to bare one more
love-seat, for me & death
words = samantha lucero 2016 ©
image = not mine.
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Sam Lucero is out of my league as a writer. I don’t have words! Reblogged on SD. Thank you for doing what you do Sam!
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Please take a moment to read this wonderful work. Sam Lucero is brilliant!