The Suckling Desire of Change

Sunshine crashing through horizonal blinds
Cutting rays of light over pale winter skin
An inventory of colour-shade the ringing bells
Season swollen sprouting
Memories of what you loved best
Like the sea that turned the head of time

Hours that kill your pride when you stop talking
Days that cower in dreams that forget to awake
Minutes that tick hiding a promise neatly broken
Years that drop by, following you as a shadow
You cannot break loose
Warm as invisible air

Turning paths of constellations
Burning the ire on the sex pire
Twins sleeping in the womb of one body
The river of the life bringer denying
A masculine form-slink and sleek, blacker than a panther
Paralyzed with the lies of of the binary

Two as one, you break open the seed-
Swimming out the name of a girl
Crossing and intercrossing stripping her from the very beginning
You had no right to exchange a heart of two spasms
When you sleep
You dream not of mortals but of angels
The patina marbles and death at dawn
A stone covered in ivy
Vegetal tragedy-be carefully treading where the toll
Of punishment can never rest
Bandage winter and deliver the wet-nurse sun
To the suckling desire of change.


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“To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are”

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  • PJ Ryan
    PJ Ryan7 months ago

    ohhh yes ! i knew this was going to be amazing by title alone, and it didn’t let me down. absolutely love it.

  • Jenifer DeBellis
    Jenifer DeBellis7 months ago

    I always enjoy the imagery you fashion into your poetry. These lines resonate most profoundly with me:
    A stone covered in ivy
    Vegetal tragedy-be carefully treading where the toll
    Of punishment can never rest

    A haunting prophecy that in the makeup of its rhetorical triangle, turns back on itself most brilliantly. :) xox

  • thank you, your comments always make me think!

    – BiographyofRed8

  • Ushna Sardar
    Ushna Sardar7 months ago

  • Donna19
    Donna192 months ago

    really like this