ARSIENIOS

c 2010 Tristan Winter

Sorrow is a black child at Disneyland

            orison glass laughing

unaware of the loathing

            hounding her seconds; there is also Away:

The must of the river is stronger down here

So far away man goes, works, sails, dies -so long, goodbye, ciao. I found one world beyond that. I shut sharp my eyes against the sea, from which arise horrible gods and vengeful naiads

I mean, lord knows what the hell they do under there

Now this box here I open, she has left me all: leper skin thoughts

cherry lictums shaved books

Madam, I somehow feel my own kiss. My first kiss and that one later always remembered though no memory outside of me could ever be a memory. I could walk you, also like a lover, through the alphabet and show you how many names are against us two simple children being in love, the sun betting jellyfish across the felt of my fate, or your thigh-high spacial-temporal continuum precluding my heart for temptation’s time

I never saw a breast so soft and important -yes, to the world- as yours, The right one, not the left -I tried to shift my eyes so you would know which one was gorgeous and which the traitor who could uncouple us all- which one I heard the oceans in. Which brings us here every day charred hand in hand to sea the waves your waves the singing fronds of you forgot I mean the waves your waves this land which has no name but yours.