Soul Dusting

You were heavy,

lead on my lips—

I licked you off,

found beauty from the

weight of

surrendering inwards.

Quick!

Drop softly to the floor

in shaky once-more-whole

being; I think I know

who I once was—someone

burns sugar in the kitchen

and fear haunts these

smile lines again?

God save me from

the touches of false ghosts

as city skyline fades

black, kisses highway,

turns dead cold. 

Please believe me when I tell you: 

I am simple in my desires,

but my desires are not simple. 

Look at these palms, offered whole

in peaceful protest

--do not shoot! I fear I cannot look

back. 

This silver soul has tarnished slowly

in your fingers—

give it here.

I will polish it brilliant,

 make it

emerald laughter,

violet shouts,

silver crying,

navy peace.

My prayers were amber meditations—

gentle as summer-rain,

sweet as mango. Did they

touch your ears when

I kissed them towards

God?

wild sweet nothings

brush hair back against the grain:

we search for light

which comes by twisted

angle arms;

childhood playback rewind rewind—

quick quick, switch it up!

until the fuzz black

becomes fuzz white

becomes crackle, crackle, stereo babble.

even then they eat merrily without us;

they do not see

our eyes have turned

to stone, they do not know

when we taste salt on our lips—

we are princes of future promise:

our doubt lies in our salvation

(and vice versa).

stomachs fall like raindrops

in our guts;

we puke them out:

food is useless here,

where the fallen lie in,

stuck to the roofs

of their mouths, fake teeth

rot around them.

we wash our ear-lobes with

fear, beg the hyssop

leaves to make us clean.

let us rub our bellies well to

symbolize such wicked hunger.

do not help--

we shall make great signs!

we shall do great things!

they will know us by our loneliness,

by our consumerism.