Indulgence

by Raquel Balboni

Indulgence : what is wrong with you
What is right in the tip of the eagle sword
Right in the belly of the ember of desire
When will i get to see you again
Call your name in the shiver light
A deformed face peering at me
In the mirror in the woods when i ran through
Out from the arms of the open wide scene
The spider dropped right over my eyebrow
The scent of winded wombs bombing through
The shape of you and your dreams
Have not spoken of that in ages
This is how i speak in hieroglyphic torture
Even to my brain that can’t make sense of it
Don’t know how to move from here except drill down to the bones
Of soul the dripping hostility of continuing on
The time to catch myself
Take you to the ceremony
Leave your things at home
Where the fire starts
Turnover the last meal
A small cup of black coffee
A trait of who knows best the blood shed
Under the car wheels during time spent
Understanding bottomless harmony
Sighing with the wind