My Peaceful Red Daydream
Her smiling darkness casts a charming spell, like black oil
dripping on unbreakable porcelain. Be brave, look beyond
her taut wire eyelashes and into her bluegrey diamond eyes . . .
unnatural winds stroke the phone cord curls that pour down
onto her bare shoulders like a waterfall . . .
Her shadowy mysteries smell like cherry Jolly Ranchers,
red lipstick, wet raincoats, and fresh black nail polish.
When she moves, her scent scrapes the air like tree
branches brushing against a window in a thunderstorm.
She presents me with a fist, opens it, and reveals a purple
rose. Watching her spin in her elegant black dress, I cannot
think of any other fabric that drips black pearls so
Silent, heartbreaking enchantments and comforting,
natural happiness . . . she takes my hand and pulls me close . . .
her scent and her dress surround me as we kiss . . .
Then the cold slowly begins to overwhelm me.
I feel her absorb my blood and gently remove the
razorblade from my hand.