NINE

F.X. MacKenzie

You shapeshift
as always
and I try to follow
mesmerized by your thousand faces
Your twisted gazelle horns
are a beautiful turn-on
black and white variegations
like striations of rock layers
and you are hard too, my love
brutal as religion
and twice as addictive
I set out to climb those shining cliffs
of your mind
knowing no one else
will catch me if I lose my grip
and I am already
falling

© Copyright 2002, 2003, 2004 by F.X. MacKenzie


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