Love Song of Bones

I wear a bracelet of bones,
108 darkly
sardonically grinning.

I am a thing of the funeral pyre,
mired in corpses ashes.

My flashing
smile slashes
opals and pain.

My hair curls
the rain;
unfurled
it and I cry lover
to the plundering
thunder.


I am attired
in flaming
garnet garments.


Hands bejeweled
in the fine-tooled
bones of
fore-father's joints.


My teeth are
filed to points
of bloody truth .


I'm the sooth-sayer
of sacred
roadside prayers.


Carrier of
harried buried passion
falling, clawing,
gnawing to be set free.


Scream your secrets
clearly-loudly, proudly,
in my receiving ears.

And I would flay you,
play you:
brand , unman you,
take ,
unmake you.

With gray fire
in these eyes
I'd demonize,
demoralize,
to demise all your ostrich ways:
your running rabbit plays.


Soothing your cries,
your wheres and whys.


Mine are carnivores eyes
to let you see
that bright sunlight god
you were born to
heed, feed,
and maybe baby someday be.


You could, boy
you should,
burn through
shadows darker, danker,
ranker,
than the dead sea quiet .


I know,
I am the roaring riot!


Just the rhythm of my dancing
shakes
earthquakes awake to
romancing.


My singing brings
ringing thunder storms;
drumming,
cumming,
to soothing,
the desert heart your
departing
left laid so bare.


There are no reasons
to my seasons,
save for my brave joy
at rearranging this unfurled world .


This world that I'd slay,
to lay at your feet.


A neat sweet gift of swirling,
twirling chaotic
love.


From this Goddess
whose not above a
feral feted feasting
on your fearful
selfish flesh.


Your steps
carry a black blessed ghost;
for my wanting-you wails
host the wind.


Without the dust
of my glass-shard lust
to light night skies,
you would sleep in a darkness
deeper than even my eyes.


I am that soothing humming,
strumming through the thud
of your thin fear-rank blood.


You've been welcomed
unworthy
into a screaming teaming mouth
of space & time
and that mouth was mine!


You've been
a creature of myth & rhyme
in that clasping clutching cave
of the twice-born-brave
QUEEN OF DEATH.


You've lain
without undue pain
with this
blue-hued GODDESS OF BONE,
so however did you,
dare think you'd ever again
walk alone?