Poetry

Some apologies for the anatomy. 
Stain - 
has shifted to moon. 
No fragrance, no color, no dewfall. 
Night has been spooked. 
 
Disconnected - I will meet the 
transparent truth about the lies 
of a prose. Sick earth will receive 
the dismembered verse in locked embrace 
of bloody limbs. 
 
Raw diamonds- 
will teach to play with sex 
in the house of terror. When - 
you forget the space between 
the clouds and thighs. 
 
Between good and bad 
I bleed.