I understand you by the way you walk

My heartache seeks attachment to you

Our eyes meet over thorns

Expressions of betrayal have needs

We see that in each other’s gaze

Then you walk away


To look back over your shoulder

Never caring that

I turned you into a pillar of salt

Your spice that grows next to

The pink quartz of blood’s love

I harvest the salt of your desires

Grind it to powder

To pink dust

Between my fingers

Ready to sprinkle onto us

A tenderness that allows me

To pierce your side

When I falter

Then you

Cry out with mysterious madness

I know that it is still you

Now your voice and your mind

Are pure and ready

To stoke this new fire


Walk the palisade at sundown  

With me