Stephanie Williams lives and writes in Bear, Delaware, USA.

By Stephanie Williams

a brawny soldier breathes his avant
garde memories from dust and ash,
clothed in mutually assured destruction,
so that lovers can no more
attest to sacredness of time

tones and tongues be merry, as
they breathe poetry into Being; no
longer jested while I twirl, around
these fingers that parlay

and play the music of my thighs,
wincing lifeless as you thrum me,
and I taste your breathy belladonna—

soft iconoclast I have made unto
a ritual born of eidolon and hex from
veil, that hisses through me, cold

golden flasks coil through these
amber skies, so withered and melodic—
arresting leaves within the colour
I have spun

woven craters through your spine,
chipped and woolly as you reign
above my silken silence, accursed
rancor to your name