edge of dawn
Dancing at the Edge of Dawn
I wish I could take her fear away,
yours too,
yet I am a part,
carried in the apple of the orchard
naked and red and throbbing with juice,
green leaves hiding nothing but worm,
that harbinger of snake signifying thin liquid
being and somethingness,
licking your shin with tongue forked wet with wanting.
It is counterintuitive, but blood follows softness,
its sacrificial altar hard with stone,
and fire,
alone.
– Smith, 11.25.2013
edge of dawn – fotosmith