Oasis

faceless

names banished
bodies indistinguishable
a bottomless tumble
through dirty
vodka
and shiny
leather

afterwards

endless top-down
loops ‘round The City,
the ever-sprawling,
ever-spreading,
ever-stinking
                        City
that she loves

singing, smoking,
smoking, singing,
hair
       flying
in foot-long
                     points
as black as the star
                                  less
sky

then
       Home

Why do you do this?!?
the amethyst comb
snagging snarls of curl and
wind in his reddened hands
Everytime – why?!?

in the mirror,
the Germanic
stone
of his face
belies the fear of
belies the need to
                                hurt
her

each tug a
punishment
each pull an
apology

eyes closed
she offers
                  up
the long black
                        spikes
of scissors
I won’t.  You know I won’t.  But why – again – everytime – Why?

eyes open,
she gives him
the first
              Truth
in a long while
in a very
               long
while

                         i don’t know.
                         i don’t know.
fingers tight
around the scissors
                         i do
                                not
know.

©s rogers 23 april 2011, all rights reserved

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