Oh her…
Her eyes are like the mouth of a gun
and its cold blue bang and I am wounded
and I bleed like a run over Dog.
and her lips…
Her lips are the quivering Meat
of a heart And I am ravenous. I wander
digging in knocked over trashcans.
and her hands…
Her hands are like the bite of Vise
Grips™ She clamps my mouth shut
And I am silent.
I am silent as she cuts me.
and her body…
.
Her body is like a shipwreck
run aground. The tide teasing me
like the pulse of a lover. I am drowning
Slowly, Slowly like a fish on a bed
Of blood red Coral
She swims away
from me her hair
like the wake
of shark, trailing behind.
Christopher
Christopher Leibow is a poet, visual artist and a sensei is a lay minister with Bright Dawn Way of Oneness Buddhism and is the sensei and founder of the Salt Lake Buddhist Fellowship which he has led for ten years. He has had his art and poetry published international. He lives in Salt Lake City and spends his time with his two youing boys Teague and Ronen
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