Bone black under flesh
\u00a0Floating, falling
A silence that is only true in dark
\u00a0Whose edges will, dissipate
In slivers of moving skin<\/p>\n
They burned off your flesh<\/em> They kept your mother<\/em> In the rosy light In the red of dusk,<\/em> It must be the morning For the bathed body<\/em> My eyes<\/em> The lemon is sour, unchanged \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The split one, is the first to ivory<\/p>\n else,\u00a0\u00a0 touched<\/em> Why?<\/em><\/p>\n I\u2019ve left the window open I\u2019ve left the window open<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 an Orifice<\/p>\n And they do not see Your face<\/em> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 An orifice<\/em><\/p>\n 34<\/em> Bone black under flesh\u00a0Floating, fallingA silence that is only true in dark\u00a0Whose edges will, dissipateIn slivers of moving skin They burned off your fleshto get to the boneThe pure white Continue Reading →<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":449,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-165","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/165","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/449"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=165"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/165\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":178,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/165\/revisions\/178"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=165"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=165"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=165"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
to get to the bone<\/em>
The pure white<\/em><\/p>\n
But they stuck you back inside<\/em><\/p>\n
A rippling lustre
Seeps, into green earth
\u00a0Refining the dawn
\u00a0Raining speckles of gold
Sinew, down the spines
Of all that live
\u00a0in the path of rose
See the vermillion
\u00a0for it\u2019s one brief brushstroke<\/p>\n
In the revenant distance<\/em>
Dissonance,<\/em>
In raspberry<\/em>
Ruddy Scarlet<\/em>
Sky<\/em><\/p>\n
For the face,
Faces,
For the lead-tin yellow
\u00a0To be more than metal
For the bathed bodies
\u00a0to have a chance to know each other
For the chair to sit in raw umber
For black, to sit in, wait,<\/p>\n
To be metal<\/em>
Lead face<\/em>
For to know each other<\/em>
Sit\u00a0\u00a0 in\u00a0\u00a0 wait<\/em>
For<\/em>
For
<\/em>
Worn by your hands, my hands
\u00a0Our hands.
\u00a0 This is my orifice
\u00a0\u00a0 Your orifice
and I pass it through my hands
\u00a0to appease my eyes
Have I poured enough out
I will not settle for less than a storm
I have never been a drizzle
\u00a0I have never seen you in sunshine
I left my fingers, in the ripples of the paper
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But it is not the same as stitching folds of lace
because I don\u2019t know, if it\u2019s pretty<\/p>\n
My hands<\/em>
My orifice<\/em>
A storm<\/em>
I have never seen you.<\/em>
Worn.<\/em>
ripples\u2026 Settle.<\/em>
I have never seen you.<\/em>
Lace folds<\/em>
Stitching your orifice<\/em>
I have never seen you.<\/em><\/p>\n
Though why is, all else untouched
\u00a0 remain, in refusal of ruin
as the cold embrace of porcelain
\u00a0 begins to feel warm
she doesn\u2019t eat
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 any of it
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And they lie
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Until time devours them, poised to poison
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 without looking
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Because it cannot<\/p>\n
In\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 refusal<\/em>
In\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 lie<\/em>
Ruin as em brace<\/em>
She doesn\u2019t<\/em>
She doesn\u2019t<\/em>
Poised without looking<\/em>
Split to<\/em>
Sour<\/em>
It cannot<\/em>
Remain<\/em>
Is all<\/em>
Any of<\/em>
it<\/em>
warm.<\/em>
Ivory<\/em>
warm.<\/em><\/p>\n
\u00a0 I\u2019ve let the air touch your face
And the billowing curtain
is, far too elegant, and golden
\u00a0 as are the fruit
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nothing is ordinary<\/p>\n
the envelope, on the chair
and the address, I wrote for you
because it\u2019s not
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 for them.<\/p>\n
too Elegant, Golden<\/em>
Nothing<\/em>
I\u2019ve left the window open<\/em>
I let the air touch your face<\/em>
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 They do not see<\/em><\/p>\n
\u00a0 White world<\/em>
66<\/em>
\u00a0 White world<\/em>
50<\/em>
\u00a0 White world.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"