heliograph

[ephemerita]

~ poetry, in draft rough as wire

love is oppression enacted on the flesh
bound by words & held by time
a song is sung
love is oppression enacted on the flesh
in half light nothing ever stood so clear
low sad song from
love is oppression enacted on the flesh
the same song, always
sung from a high place
love is oppression enacted on the flesh
lost down the wrong path
under skies of grey
love is tender like a bruise and open like a wound
sung from a high window
in a house of boards
love is oppression enacted on the flesh
sung and again
until all cages swing open
touch is oppression enacted on the flesh
until flesh and grass are one
until flesh and grass are not
love is oppression enacted on the self

(kind of depressing, no? not going to perform this, I think, but I kind of like it anyway.)