Complicity

Complicity Unconscious wit Borders without borders under eyebrows Silent as scent Hair curls like smoke Let's talk about another kind of violence Terrifying face of pleasure in the painting Red palms and soles stand out against blue skin Standing on one leg with her long back displayed While the other leg wraps itself around him Day in a face Voices erased At the center of a savage kind of halo Hopelessly phrased I'm not a bird You are not lying in a hammock How biological can this clock really be If it doesn't get you going until midnight It's an unconscious cult we don't even know We're in it Let's make out like two bilinguals in the hay