Unicorn food

[alfredjprofrock]

There are no wizards
here ,No dust
to cover the nakedness
Of women
Hot on the slug trail
of salted angels

There are no fairies
Here ,in the damp urban pond
No light to warm
No candle wine
No heaven of scent

She , who is everything
The sunrise pretends to be
And all that a kiss can
Has disappeared
Under a veil of tangerines

And all that is left
To keep my hair parted
My teeth clean
The hair on the back of my neck
At full attention

Is the outline of her distance
Is the magic of her memory
Is the unicorn food
And table wine
I leave out
On an empty porch

And the sleep I loose
Waking to chase
A sound I swore were hooves