The Androgyne
How bright a star they are
Pale and gleaming
A knife held to the night’s throat
Are you ready to slit open the night?
Are you ready to see what’s inside?
(Maybe more stars,
maybe nothing)
Are you ready to carve a dwelling for yourself
in the dark Cheshire smile of the heavens?
They tread with careful angel-feet
The sky softens at their touch
They are a silver bullet
They are a bloodstain of bravery
Venus & Mars yearn to kiss:
the androgyne is the child of their sigh
Venus & Mars embrace:
the androgyne is the sum of their heat,
the difference of their coldness
Venus & Mars join hands and dance:
the androgyne is the harmony of their steps
Venus & Mars burn, two hearts on fire:
the androgyne is the ash & the smoke of their communion
The universe is an equation
Earth + sky + space
You are one of many answers
Are you ready to sail the sea of stars
the sea of hidden numbers
the sea of sleep & soft light
the sea of dark blue love?
Whilst This Machine Is To Her
meat puppet
beast of clockwork and flesh
contraption held together by string and skin
a sculpture that only needs a man to chisel his name into it
ill-fitting suit
condemned building
clothes rack
a word in a man’s dictionary
God’s golem
phobic robot
Ellis Island for germs
holy vaginal temple of the sacred phallus
a country whose main exports are babies and blood
doesn’t matter what you call it: the rent’s too high either way
museum of past lovers
Alcatraz in miniature
temporary detention center for the soul
noisemaker
a man’s failed Pygmalion fantasy
a whip in the form of a woman
Lydia Friedman once went on a blind date with a marble statue in Vienna. They live in New England. www.crookedbutinteresting.wordpress.com