Femme Noire
post deluge
the sky azure like others' eyes
I robe in pitch-black
an obsidian candle
to spotlight the darkness
Queen of
Sheba Queen of
Spades Queen of
Night I rake rouge fingertips
across skin fabricate
routes toward rectitude
celestial ladders
a roller coaster spin
from birth to death
furthermore
Thorn
our black cat encircles forehead
the rocker sways
a mug of black brew
inseminates my musing
Ryfkah 12/30/04
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