Meeting at midnite, we watch twitching
flashs scratch bright-red lacquered nails
into a years-end sky,
up_PIng the ante, we rise,
lean tight towards a future– grace,
spin blue dreams scarlet ’round
the globe-wheel’s twisted ankles, pebbles
turn to rubies in your mouth, “there’s
no easy answer” you say, hushed,
eyes close(d), bent atop my breasts
& with your tongue paint floating contrails
on my skin, uncaging dragonflies to dance
upon the molded walls— &
you smile silver as if not afraid
of frozen lakes, free fall & battlefields,
stained crimson with our blood, the
scent of death still wrapped around,
we run– time-bound, wingless, feed
our fireworks with bursting glass & splints of
guilt cut bleeding trails across our forehead,
& with lips, torn open from the frost, i lick
bustling bubbles of champagne, dripping
sweet and sparkling from your pores,
just like someone,
summoned from the eye of night, sips—
on tomorrow
.
over at dVerse we’re going to have a bit of a new year’s poetry party tonight and mark kerstetter is the man behind the bar – if you got time…swing by at 3pm EST for a glass of champagne and a new year’s hug..
