Visions From the Chateau
FIRST TASTE
Bite me, taste the words, read me;
find the sweet, the sour, the blue.
Taste the celestial crystals
that bathed me the night I was born,
Taste the blood of those
who wronged me and my own,
taste the perfume of my holiness,
the scar of my crucifixion
before I was reborn into your lover
Quick!
Make me yours before
my skin becomes the ashes
of my fallen joys.
THE ADIEU
I am bleeding in front of the broken cross
captured by god’s headlights
as you run away with
the flames of my holiness
to cleanse the sins of the other woman.
A LOVER’S VALLEY
If you knew
that the eyes that loved me the most
were the ones who cursed me…
Through their lenses, I saw the valley
on the left side of my body:
the trails of lambs on their way
to be sacrificed;
and as my fingers traced their last steps,
I dreamed of reaching where the candles wish to go
and watch from the celestial window
the fate of a woman that loved
with her good eye closed:
heartbreak, the paradigm
of a chameleon skin
slowly disguising as the sound
of who is believed to be a savior,
while fireworks of memories
fade into the pupils
and crystallizes the flesh.
