lady poem: i am the eternal conquest: persephone or eurydice speaks

that golden, that golden hand
turning me in
to something beautiful

turning me in
side out, rushing flecked
stream
flecked with gold
or mica


handle me, my lord
name me anew
give me something
on which to chew
the face in the mirror
a permanent scream

unhinge my dreams

and let that other stuff
crawl in

that smile
from the edge of time--
a meaninglessness
beyond comprehension
laughter far beyond
humor


i have tried
to envelop you in anger
as if it were a pie crust, my lord,
smother you in butter
the smoothness of the flour

you are too golden, your hand is too far in
i am too beholden for anything
but shitting, drinking, and shitting again,
dreaming of violent sex, shitting, drinking,
bleeding
out of whatever part
will reject
blood
hard enough,

and loving you, darling.
teeth dyed pink
with the deep of my love.