Eczematous Love

urbane hands of
a candle wax hue
adroit & endowed
with many a craft
apprentices of a muse
and then some

with these dexterous
tarantulas
an oriental hyacinth
painted the Sahara
with an azure sea
& the sun
with an olive tree

her spindly roots
would trace the paths
of nerves & veins
of the local dead
as she prepared them
for Azrael to take

with menstrual ink she
daubed adobe walls
with filigreed poetry
weaving fabrications
& lies – none the wise
into robes of comfort
& a carefree mind

a fallen inamorato
with luteous wings
interwove new threads
with spittle of acid
that flowed
into her blood
bringing it to a boil

a tempest would but
cloud her being
but being a healer
& a necrologist
she would only smile
as a waning moon
& enceinte at night

but after the dove flew
migrating to somewhere
unkown
never to return
the sorrow of parasitic love
left its lesions
on her
precious hands