The Thorn Merchant's Mistress -- Komunyakaa

[blacksun.livejournal.com]

I was on my high
horse then. I
wore red with ease

& I knew how
to walk. There
were men undressing me

everywhere I went,
& women wishing
themselves in my place,

a swan unfractured
by August. I was still
a girl. If they

wanted culture,
I said Vivaldi
& Plato's Cave.

If they wanted
the streets, I said
Fuck you.

I knew how
to plead, Wait, Wait,
till I caught the eye

of some deus
ex machina.
I was in a deep dance

pulling the hidden
strings of nude
shadows. But when

his car drove by
my heart caught
like a fat moth

in spider web. Goddamn!
I didn't know
how to say No.

Comments

[iamkatia.livejournal.com]

I like this - thank you for posting!

[blacksun.livejournal.com]

No prob.

[breath-control.livejournal.com]

fabulous!!

[blacksun.livejournal.com]

Thanks. :>