Drip, drip, drip, drip…

Sunlit amber, yet to flow

Future nestled in little pustules

Unborn myriads, like gems

Snuggled up to kin, to kin, to kin…

(fig. I)

 

 

Rice, banana, milk and pearls

Tied in hungry knots to bulging flesh

Squealing, squirming

Ouroboros

With obsidian baby gums

Whispering sleepy wishes

(fig. II)

 

 

Waiting for the morning dew

Strapped in leather belts,

wood of roses, no thought of thorns

but a twitch, a wiggle

Dreaming sleepy dreams of

star-kissed skies and kisses,

sweet as honey

(fig. III)

 

 

And at the crack and crunch of morning,

away with heavy blankets and the bed, too small

Display your chitin dress,

your jeweled skin, your ornament and glass

Be lovely and strange and

skitter about freely

(fig. Lost)

 

 

Figure I

 

Figure II

 

Figure III