- and I tie a ribbon around its scaly neck. The silk parodies the vermilion gold at my neck.
the metal is slightly rough and it chafes. but i don't mind.
one day i'll take it off and place it gently in a box,
pad it with black
velvet and let the radio scream
a farewell dirge.
but will it really be gone?
the weight of the cherry-wood jewelry box will pull me down,
weigh me down.
a lovely pressure, don't you think?
smile at me, take a look into my eyes
and whisper, soft and cautious: I love you.
i'll write you a poem then, and light incense to watch the smoke
trace your face in gray dust.