girltalk the azure hope dweller

what will i learn in the
wake of her music, what will jam
in my brow, what
cruel animal, will
grow, born of wind and wild
bloom fluid as ruined periwinkle,
broken as a chewed rose,
thoughts like knife fights,
and water forever
water,
the
necklace crystalline, the
cobalt anchor love,
stops the body's head
its broken arm nests
the heart in a sling
like over night
like a clean fill word-
all day and in to the blue
wilderness bright
with blood rubies
and coagulated Easter
hymns blazing the end
of the world,
my hand holding her hair
hopeful, beast, the
creature wanting , a
harpsichord
shattering, the saw against
the circle sky
but
it is just a kite flying
a
glass of noon, filled with tea
with lavender,
no tarragon,
no mint,
longing for sage, for meat
glinting heady beads,
and
mysterious graffiti,
the past so fat and empty now,
it fills
the bloated moon,
it
is not a woman at all,
but a shadow hiding
among the osprey and vacant lots
of downtown night
and milk weed release.