Daughters not suns

look dear
do not poison yourself
for so many women dazzle you
remember they are daughters not suns

she laughs sadly
her voice is like salt
and I am cut by her words
but listening

almost as deep as dark stars
in a vast sky
brilliant blue
like the cold eternity you wake up to
rhythmless and lingering
yet is it only broken for secrets
of a woman's fresh perfume?

no

I said

you missed most of the picture

change is a slow decay
and above that I blaze
for a wild devouring magic is in my belly
and when gods and angels open me
to embrace my bones
I will melt away as though hot red ice
but I will never lie to her
and never go or fly from her
trust me

I wrote the above on my fridge using those little fridge magnets that have words on. It was about half seven in the evening and I had been just going to get some butter or lettuce or something out of the fridge but I had an idea and started playing about with these word magnets until the above poem came out. When I finished it was about 1 am and I realised I was really hungry and had to have some food immediately or fall over. I liked the poem though and transcribed it into the Lion Journal a few days later - just as it is laid out above. (All the indents and stuff happened on the fridge version too.)