Ouroboros

Oh Intangible Tabernacle of imagined cunt!

Oh Great Exodus!

Women walk passed my window

strange nurses, warm and wondrous

something to observe, something to carry.

Daydreams wayward outside my window

Stranded on islands of tile

A Tangent reality, a symptom, something to sift through..

Legs.

Playing the tapes all the way through

to pain, to the dismissal of problems, exiles,

weekends away.

A thousand moments flood my mind

All with different legs and faces.

With bloodstains in her jeans, dirty clothes stacking

Command, control, cuckoldry

Wanton sigh from a hundred imposing thighs

Play out to cold shower days and nights.

Play out to passive aggressive pacifism.

Breathing together, bending together,

Breaking together, with elegance.

Blossoms played out to bloodlettings.

Gone with all the ones who came and went

In befores,

Heads that laid ‘pon my chest before

Sighed hauntingly, trust like saccharine

Played out to stolen hearts dripping strychnine

Wondering now the wandering roses

Hopes laid like Eucharist in them

To only find ourselves sinking

Invested, stuck, separated.

The wondrous women

waltzed passed my window

and I do not wish them to return.