Thursday, November 29, 2012

Escape Velocity

The phases of the moon as interpreted
by the tides & the bodies of women
Tonight a luminous blade reflected in your
eyes like the sound of waves
convicted by salt mist as the tide draws back
like a slab of concrete lifted by the shifting sand
I’ve thrown the dice there
certain that the numbers will add up
& the light split by a glance back over your shoulder
just in time to catch Superman swooping down
to snatch Jesus from the cross
You see I’ve timed it perfectly
the way shadows eclipse reflected light
grinding their teeth
& you bend like a spoon to the flame
with kisses as smooth & cool as polished stones