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May 11, 2005

Heure Verte dans le Cimetière


The title of the image is "Cain".

Heure Verte dans le Cimetière

i am sugar through the absinthe spoon
awaiting the louche,
(moonlight reflects
the shadows that lurk
behind soft folds
and musky kisses
that whisper breathless pleas
to hungry ears)
discarded lace
deliquesces into white sage
and the confusion
that promises clarity
brings me closer
to the bit of my
soul that lay
in the ground
with you.

perchance the little green fairies
may dig you up and help
wrench that piece of me
from your heart...

but no,

instead i will
drip through the slotted spoon
fall into the fog
sleep with the spirits
and drown.
the licks of envious
Victorian fairies
still fresh on
my flesh
as they lay me
in the ground
--just inches away from
you.

Author's Note: The title of the poem means "Green hour in the Cemetery". "Green Hour" is simply a time to drink absinthe. "Louche" has multiple meanings in this piece. The first being that "louche" is the word used to describe the clouding effect that occurs when you add water to absinthe. "Louche" can also mean having the qualities of being disreputable, shady, or shifty. It can also mean something subject to two or more interpretations and usually used to mislead or confuse. Quite frankly, I love all those meanings --and they all seem to fit.

1 comment:

_Soulless_ said...

Reading your poetry is such an experience. How do I put it... ahh, my soul is pierced with every word, grooved with every line, scooped with every stanza. Reading you, in esse, delays the moment of exhale.

Of the pieces I have seen here, all starkly beautiful, the one that assuredly rocked my world would have to be History Lesson. ^_^ I have taken the liberty of linking your site to mine. Compelled I am to return and read more. Till the next sojourn, then.

Dream well.