the inner monologue
Helenna Santos
What is it about fucking you that is so goddamn sexy?
like hovering on water
Still life,
flying on clouds like spirits, lovers, angels.
You are my silver Camelot, my night, my crusader, my Christ.
over and over again.
Wailing herons and Dancing gulls,
around me in flocks
sunshine, moon dance, songs, and blood
flight like a dove,
fitting like the slick glove of love
sliding
into the space between
skin and bone
I’m home
blood spattered tile
white stepping tile
Quiet
like I never knew this kitchen was so incredibly bright and hollow and
Dark.