A simple thing: “This is me, this is mine”.
And all done.
Two become one
and a two.
My fingers are shining in a halo
Lamp in the still of the turning
I remember my feverish dreams of Mexico
Orange peel scent in the sweat of a virus
In the Red of blood the hibiscus blooms.
I remember a future of records and wine
In an elegant lone ness a cigarette poised
A one by one. A two by two.
My perfume coiling up in snatches like
A song long lost and my eyes fixed on
I remember I was to be loved. In my
Most white lone ness I was to be a loved
One by one. Two by two.
I had a dream of myself as my mother.
She in natural shine and blue inscribed eye
In the heart of things I was her powder.
A one and a two and.
I am sitting in an hour of many hours
A night of many nights, a ship on the
I am wrong and always will be.
A one and a one and a one and a one….