Rosary Beads My Only Dress
You chanted my name
In praise and devotion
You’ve been heard
You said;
“To the crippled and the blind
To the lost and the damned
To the lone bird flying in the sky” *
And now it pounds though me.
I the likeness of a quivering bow
Stretched in protective violence.
All that was promised and demanded
By national anthems and war cries and picketers spins,
spins and
spinning silk wraps form.
Cocoon;
Bleed now in the ecstasy
of new and fresh dripping wings.
I am shaken.
I am aware.
Now I feel it.
The promise of a phoenix
On fire
And swimming in a bath of ashes.
I can’t move fast enough
I can’t shut it off
I can’t be alive
Without knowing it’s touch
no option.
Just shivers running down my spine.
Like men’s hair;
I want to feel each tendril,
Like ropes between my fingers.
It plays me,
With tunes and lyric and riffs.
I gasp,
I slam the door; deliberate.
It’s a door that has no hinges so
it falls away.
I gasp.
I will dance for you.
Your call my anthem,
I will cry for you.
I will be cut for you.
I am the lost and the damned,
your rosary beads draped across my skin
enchanted; its all I want to wear.
*Quote from 'A Poem for the Freaks' by Jack Micheline