“Our” Sacrifice poetry by Silencio Barnes She demanded that I cut open my shell and let drip my burning soul onto her frigid altar The steam, she said, that arises from such a conflagration would rekindle that imaginary, burning, thing that we thought we had lost so long ago She hands me the knife, for no sacrifice is sacred unless done by one’s own hand We both held our breath as I raised the blade to Our neck And once again, as before the sharp edge pierces only her And she bleeds And I, with impassive serenity, walk away, as […]
A Day in May
A Day in May (for Rena) On a warm day in May – sun desperate To peek from behind playful clouds, Warm, but not unpleasant, And slender fingers of conversation Or music or traffic noise from in the distance Play the melody of life in my ears – I think of you. Not just you, but the youthful Patterns of your speech The not so subtle images That I seek before I sleep The stance the glance what’s in those pants You smile I watch my day enhance You moan I pray I get my chance You laugh I think […]
