freak

black poppies crawling their claws under your skin-
bewitching your senses into intoxicating desire.

the great silver owl
burning frankincense and myrrh.
beautiful white bones
exposed, translucent and pale
under the gilded opulence of moonlight.

insane deadly nightshade
dripping, hot and smoothly
oiling the inside walls of the veins
unashamedly caressing and biting,
blossoming unnamed creatures.

thick, liquid light
giving birth to shy silver snails
under datura’s shivering petals-
the night’s sharp blade cuting deep into the blood.

(the freak comes out from the hiding
wearing a glass lace mask,
barefooted and howling-
and the great owl closes its eyes.)

~ de freefortree pe decembrie 8, 2012.

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