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Saturday, October 16, 2010

Words to the panther lady

Painting by Rimi


Lines on wet glass

drenched with cobbled laughter,

dream staircases go up in smoke

the panther lady visits the town

with a bag of pink flowers.

Inside your wet, melanin eyes

the dream changes station.


The night has a strong taste of skin.

The train melts through the mind

remembering the lips that burnt in Siberia.

Only the desert children smile

as they play with the corpse of rain.


You will watch the walls form

inside your laughter.

You will watch the leopard

kiss your dream,

as the mirror

fractured like ice poles,

will record the scent of your fingers.