Orange sky ribbons spread overhead,
heralding night’s wisdom. Everyone
dug in their fingers, drunk persimmon
from each other’s cupped hands.
Sleeping serpents awoke, uncoiling
inside violet chakras.
The Innocents danced
with the changeling, the old tree,
each other, and the
dripping, drunken moon.
Meanwhile, Aanteekwa devoured
a tangerine from Babyface’s palm,
and a strawberry tart from D.S.’s hands,
The musician dangled a laddu –
a lentil sun dripping with gold –
to her lips. She ate, unashamed
until a dough woman
wrapped in scarlet silk
entered their star-dotted darkroom
and pissed in their wine.
The drunk and delicious
felt their eardrums crackle
from her crown’s rain of fire
shattering sparks in all directions.
They had eaten her tarts.
She demanded their heads.
Written 11/29 and 11/30/13
© 2013 Nicole Nicholson. All rights reserved.
This poem was written for both Misky’s We Write Poems prompt involving daydreaming and Joseph Harker’s Renovation Twenty-Seven prompt from which I used two elements: “you showed me your dark workroom…” (Jean Valentine, “Friend,”) and “I’ve been living with static in my ears.” (Joseph Harker, “Headphones”). I managed to combine two prompts and write a sexy poem without giving away too much…..bonus! This poem is a continuation from “Periy“.