WHO DO YOU BELONG TO, DARLING?

Things are thrown out of windows in the night,
Flowers stick to the rocks,
She lights a cigarette.
Who do you belong to, darling?
The hieroglyphs are carved a finger deep.

The house has snakes dancing on the top,
The ravine fills with smoke.
She lights a second cigarette,
White leaves roll along the white wall.

Red flowers the color of a hat.
He doesn’t want it,
Goose hissing on the grass,
So she smokes them both at the same time.

A love scene is so much more than,
That cream candle in an outstretched hand,
Ashes in her hair,
Birds tearing at the fanned hibiscus.

You could be my little flower.
Potted plant on the veranda,
Hugging the ravine.
Eye-shaped crack in the rock,
A vine crawls along the bumpy wall.

She holds her hand tight against her own throat,
Tight against the slatted lattice,
Who do you belong to, darling?
Birds fly out of the finger-deep ravine.

Turkey tongue in the hole in the rock.
She turns her face away,
Crushing the white leaves against the white wall.
Hand outstretched like a hiss,
The color of a hat.

He doesn’t want it so she eats a second hibiscus,
Ash on her toes.
Two cigarettes like songbirds,
Perched on her lips.
Things are thrown out of windows in the night.

Be a little flower, babe.
Eyelashes like a bird living in the rock,
Her face is crawling along the bumpy wall.
Who do you belong to, darling?

Say I love you to the snakes on the roof,
The hieroglyphs sway in the candle light,
She holds her hand up like a goose.
He doesn’t want it,
So she smokes them both at the same time.