she slips up behind you
..and brushes a poppy across your cheek.
..........................(yes death is a woman
...........................and sour milk flows
...........................from her blue nipples)
there are slivers of ice buried in her
...fingers and she runs her pinky
......down your neck.
..........................(yes death is a woman
...........................and blue flowers bud
...........................from her breasts)
there are bread crumbs at the edges
...of her cimmerian smile
.and those edges are so sharp
..........................(yes death is a woman
...........................and her blueflower eyes
...........................weep milk and opals)
she braids her gray hair
..into yours and ties it up
....with apple stems.
..........................(yes death is a woman
...........................and she plants a blackened opal
...........................in a garden of blue tongues)
razor robin's feathers sear her wrists
...and her skin is stained violet
..with lamentations.
..........................(yes death is a woman
...........................and her blue tongue
...........................laps milk from my veins)
she holds her hands over yours eyes
..and spanks her thigh with a mossy green chain,
...waiting for you to guess.
..........................(yes death is a woman
...........................and blue milk flows
...........................from her sour nipples)
