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The Menacing Expression
by Charlie Guzman
Ruptured from one dream into another –
I yield to the satin of my bed,
to the purple lace dress.
Lines streak up my skin, into scars, into
wisps of smelted glass, into certainty
and ambivalence. I sigh in relief:
“At least… At least my diamond eyes
will be painted, caressed into oak
leaves – the breeze of firmament!”
A fire begins in my chests, ruptures
my breast and erect nipples… raptures
a primal fear, a tiffany necklace made
of emeralds and sunsets – of the waking
moon, leaning against dawn. I don’t
pretend to struggle – this is the moment of
the consciousness.
The Menacing Expression
by Charlie Guzman
Ruptured from one dream into another –
I yield to the satin of my bed,
to the purple lace dress.
Lines streak up my skin, into scars, into
wisps of smelted glass, into certainty
and ambivalence. I sigh in relief:
“At least… At least my diamond eyes
will be painted, caressed into oak
leaves – the breeze of firmament!”
A fire begins in my chests, ruptures
my breast and erect nipples… raptures
a primal fear, a tiffany necklace made
of emeralds and sunsets – of the waking
moon, leaning against dawn. I don’t
pretend to struggle – this is the moment of
the consciousness.
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