Graduating From Eternity
Cleopatra in Traffic
I stared into the dead blue sex of her eyes.
I looked into the soundless milk of her skin.
I whispered into her eyes three weeks of courage.
I longed to touch the gaunt drum of her stomach,
In each twisted ear I wanted to plant a tongue with my name in brail
Where she could gather like a mute cloud ponderous and thick
I stole for her bracelets of wine
Long blank silences of nitrous enveloped her.
The street pawed her like a bad transmission
She inhaled pharmacies.
Her mouth opened on the ends of sentences like a heart-shaped bomb.
Traffic swayed in agony at the temple of her hips.
She beat off brick.
Glass drank her body like an open vein of water.
She flirted with the thick mustache of gasoline
I stared into the starving calculus of her eyes
I smelled rain.
Where she surrendered years of wisdom
where her heart beat like a wild penny
and no one ever touched.
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