Burning Blood Black

a snapshot
of my heart in the house of love
bruised and bloody
cradled in your hands
(vacuum cleaner running in the gloaming
like waves against the shore
drowning a string-cut puppet)

that snippet you pasted in
the notebook in the closet of your sleep
(carnelian deep)
like a spy in the dreamhouse
flames licking the sides of my ship
sailing your seven seas

reversed
a snapshot
a snippet
a magician in the house of love
the tower
crumbling
like a string-cut puppet
vacuum
chariot
waving
a stranger
released
in your hands
without
consciousness