Poetry by Dean Rhetoric
Melanic Swarth Form
She wears me
all itchy bones
to sleep tonight
shapes of syllables
slide tightly inside
soft parliaments
of milked vowels
starves the moon
until its crescent
bursts the night
i.v. bag spills
double black silk
over staircases
over fingers
sinew, salting
spines, licked clean
my trachea, such
a pretty little bastard
between her teeth
opiates, rained,
my insecure ways
lost like sentences
in the burning
libraries of her mind.
She wears me
all itchy bones
to sleep tonight
shapes of syllables
slide tightly inside
soft parliaments
of milked vowels
starves the moon
until its crescent
bursts the night
i.v. bag spills
double black silk
over staircases
over fingers
sinew, salting
spines, licked clean
my trachea, such
a pretty little bastard
between her teeth
opiates, rained,
my insecure ways
lost like sentences
in the burning
libraries of her mind.