Proprietress of Crimson Hearts

my fragile artiste, my delicate heart
I longed to tell you why I was jade-covered

 

you

forever floating lengthways
in a realm of surreal discomfort
confusion gained on your broken soul

yet I longed to view you upsidedown

 

you

hostage of your pictoral vanity
until the incandescent mirror shattered

I called for a strychnine toast

to you and my pale resignation:


my abstract Mistress of Black and White

come with me, be art tonight

 

 

II. These Mercurial Nights

 

together we defied the world

your heart-shaped lips 

wrapped luciously
around a cigarette

blew smoke, perfect rings
to the far end of the universe
and shattered
on our nebula song

 

we were chrysalis angels
we were invincible then

 

these mercurial nights
were something to remember
my sister, like siamese twins
yet of different mothers

 

you sang to me daytime lullabys

my other half, my only half

both knowing we were doomed

 

and so there were consequences

as your silicon eyes opened for me

one last time, so deep with mystery 

and blue defiance, you said:

 

tell the careless whispers of youth

that the world will never know what we know

we have held her hostage for much too long...

 

now happiness would wear your skin

 

if only she could

if only she could