Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams
Curves are still upon the hinge

Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin

Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night

The sponge is full, well out of sight
All around the conversations
Icing on the warm flesh cake


Light creeps through her secret tunnels
Sucked into the open spaces

Burning out in sudden flashes
Draining blood from well-fed faces


Desires form in subtle whispers
Flex the muscles in denial
Up and down its pristine cage

So the music, so the trial

Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens

Dance in circles, they the blessed
Man and wife, undressed by all
Their grafted trunks in heat possessed


Even as the soft skins tingle
They mingle with the homeless mother

Who loves the day but lives another
That once was hers


The worried father, long lost lover
Brushes ashes with his broom
Rehearses jokes to fly and hover

Bursting over the bride and groom

And the talk goes on


Memories crash on tireless waves
The lifeguards whom the winter saves


In silence falls the guillotine
All the doors are shut

Nervous hands grip tight the knife
In the darkness, till the cake is cut
Passed around, in little pieces

The body and the flesh
The family and the fishing-net
And another in the mesh


The body and the flesh