Head
by aimee seu

Runestone, volume 3

Head

There is something about
                  your body
That goes to my
         goes to my
         goes to my
                                        Head

I am diving toward the guillotine
                 made out of roses
                 made out of light

The want is wearing
down on me my darling.
The want is wearing
its weight in diamonds.

Is there no moment
on earth that no one is dying? Some new born
is forever being pulled forth baptized
in thin crimson living blood.
And in the midst is
              you
             and I
             and the holy water that gushes from
your solar wound, a puncture in marble when
gotten just the right way
Water from stone
Water from stone
Here is the marrow of my favorite bone.

And now
the want is wearing
down on me my darling go
down on me darling
 There is something in your head
that comes to you about my
body that comes to you

And when gotten just the right way
is the eruption of magma on the sea-floor of
          the moon
                        here
the chalice flows over

holy water from his favorite favorite wound