Anna Plays Fiddle

narrow alleys, wrought iron
and vine up brick walls
and trip on red wine

moon blinds, white-beaming
one star twinkles, blind-gleaming
singing every line in time

aware of us and we
strange and beautiful in the
eyes we meet nor greet

we look like lovers and love so
complete, through every rose dies in time
drinking in the everlasting covenant of night

but his blood is not blood
his body, not mine and
closed eyes and no lies and

I would breathe fast-quick like hyper the tension
rushing sin to skin I’d siphon your breath in,
kill you dead to keep the night in tune

to sing a line with you
and see myself as true, a beauty
with a heart of coal

why did you go and break the
mold and vines reaching, separate the stones
to see me without skin, transparent as the dead

each dawn born again in sin
what’s pure is pure is pure and I—
the moonlight lingering in my tendrils,
tumbling to shake the booze out