My Moms Feet On A Baby

Sistrum Assia Djebar


The Kiss Gustav Klimt
Gasps of cymbal balks,
thistle or scissors of this range,
shards sighs shipwrecked
lapping that slide against the curtains of the bed,
Scattered laughter streaking shadow cloistered
then diffracted tepid complaints under the eyelids closed
whose dreams are lost in some cypress groves, and the ship
desires vehicle,
Craille before the bird of lust.

words grout brands disintegrated, diorites
expelled lips gaping
firebrands caresses
crumbles when a lead
mutism brutal
and body searches for his voice, like a flounder
up the estuary.

Sistrum ( Love, Fantasia ) of Assia Djebar