V.W.f.B.P. ch. 2

Violent Words for Beautiful People

ch. 2

*|BRAP|*

she strode back lit beneath the tundra lunar mountains / a rain of combustibles not the snow to the soft rocks covered / gambit between her teeth / she ground the suits colorsfeverently into sparks coffer valuable as the armor we shed together / first the gauntlets then the breast plate / the gilded slot spattered head piece wheezed distressingly from chin across brow and off her face entirely / her spiraling onyx locks hissed then faded as dying cobras as they came to rest bouncing anti conquer flag motionless with a chasing pace / limitless spit string stung tranquil guise in stature / much akin to four post bed boards with poles the handcuffs glimmered released to ease in the after glow / still warm and almost skin toned remembering the blizzard torched upon them / when our war was haughty and fragrant enough we were split wide in the likeness of heart monitors off beat and the Sahara plains horizon somewhere along our tongues travels from freckled nose to the base of a thick goatee deep with your scent / few happenings on the face of the planet surpass the power to stop time as laughter during sex / messages opaque spanned me like gloves fit eloquent comfort undeniable there is certainly no restraint of these things that I do crave / so I sang songs into her body / hymns flow up stream filling every space of her being exiting out amplified by thechakras her extremities and taut cheeks bludgeoned the space coating moans / bereavement of organic tremulants shattered beyond decibel conception one would swear this cathedral and bell tower were of ancient stories / oral tradition kept in the farthest places of her mind / even thelocal's memories became fanciful expletives sputtered at a rate fluxed as the stones in the market's open walls / chiselings of her crucibles lower abdominal calls resounding continuously with every drop / crashing loudly from the court yards fire fountains and wind falls / if the cobble's cat eyed scrawls could talk the priests swept aside would transcribe tales of public hangings / there hasn't been one for decades butlordy knows what positions righteous men would bend to bring that blindfold back / so I maintain focus by keeping my ear to the leper's lips for it's at the base of the smoke stack that the coals smolder brightest / and no they don't spit fire or spectacle or call out to speak with anyone in particular / even me / but as they enunciate four looping syllables "oms" "for" "the" "poor" resignation as ambient as the black sun's reflection of the clock tower's face onto the empty space where the gallows lived / where the mortar sieved fluent / it's origins being the rock and flagstaff you know trickled here from abroad / her broad shoulders lowered comfortably onto comfort with the same ease their prophets retold her past as if into the future with such clarity those stories became synonymous with omniscience / herferocity with congruence / my superfluous intention / war calls and bed moans / the space between our heavy maul proved the mauls themselves a shield worth erecting