Through the eyes of a jealous kind

To your godesses of love:
The new covenant in my blood.

An open line of reciprocity,
a line; that curves and pulsates
like an artery.
Like yellow-cracked hardened fat:

So feel your heart.
So feel your blood rush to your head,

and stand in the line that opens
like a tree; stretching each branch
to reach your goddesses of love:

So feel your blood.
So feel your heart crack your head,

opening your pithy mind and spilling
through the eyes of a jealous kind.

NS
01.11.06
11.01pm