Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

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Number 8 Ate

Two loops in a vertical line 
Flipped horizontal to get infinity
it's fitting
For all the lifetimes as star crossed
L o v e r s - how I’ll always hurt
My skin taut and sore under my now
second skin
A bundle of nerves sits along the soft milk shade
On my inner arm, adjacent to
Breast, if I wanted to keep warm
I whispered, soft underbelly

Her hands steady, the machine droning on
That prickly heat moving
Over and over
As flesh cried out in protest
E l e c t r i c B u r n

and a dreamy distraction
my eyes wandering the room,
a baby monstera plant by the window,
light reflecting off the hanging glass vase,
Melty sun,
framed art hung on the walls in neat rows, dragon scales
Luna the black cat, brings me to childhood
Sailor
Moon
Large feline eyes smiling from a perch

this ritual continues
the needle digging
sharp electric zings in automatic
and I reach for Mozart through budded ears
to d r o w n out
the machine's buzz
S e a r i n g vulnerable
Liquid
Matter

When she moves to outer arm
I begin to doze, mystical
Stirring awake, a nymph nap
To images made from my w o r d s
heavy wooden doors
Hanging ivy
Lynx eyes
H a d e s

Persephone suffering
for a dark love, lethal beauty
In a diadem of infinite E i g h t s