Mischa Fox

this amberfire blood coruscated to life with lightning
maybe i’m just waiting
to get roughed up by the gills of morning
but every night i go mining
behind my teeth for sapphires, behind my ribs and soul for gold

here i am:
cemented between the spiderweb duty
and diamond dewdrop stars of dreams
i can no longer tell the sweet from the bee

the sun warms my skin today
but i know the clouds will reign again
and waking or sleeping i am clasping with screams
at the faithless winds of sanity

i don’t get enough heartbeats between
to count my grains of sand
and discover which flavour i’d like to purchase life in
before the sledgehammer comes back around for a crisp kiss

i am a servant of my pen
(more than accept) i have learned to submerge
-carefully- lest the rain reduce me to watercolour stains

but morsels of me scatter
ashes of mercy and honey
dust of rage and repeated childhood

what i would give for a self concrete
what i would give for a tally complete

as i birth my thirties
it distresses me to find the puzzle undone
and that the biggest mystery is still me–

©️2011 Mischa Fox

Originally posted on my DeviantArt