25
Ivory sheen, coiled snake
bone in her hair: not whimsy,
not curio nor afterthought. En-
jambed, but not embellishment.
26
Blight on matter
as soon as kissed
by air: so therefore,
love, unpetal me.
27
Folded in my teacup,
swung over the brink.
But here you are, here
you are, here you are.
28
Calaveras: sockets
full of marigolds,
tongues and frosted
window teeth of sugar.
29
Me and me and me,
I and I— Go lie
amid a populace
of bees.
30
What spirits hide, unseen
within the fern? And so
we bend our heads: Your pardon
please as we pass through.
[LAG-other-response date=”02 November 2013″ url=” https://www.vianegativa.us/2013/10/homunculus/” title=”Via Negativa: Homunculus”]