I would like to thank Red Rose Review for publishing this poem, “Mars,” that I wrote in Paris back in 2013. You can view the poem on their website here. Enjoy!
I can still feel the smoky wild dagga of your eyes
the char of your hair,
the embers in your laughing breath.
You, who devoured tarot cards like candy.
You, who prayed
with your forehead pressed with ash
and your hands knucklebone deep in the ochre dirt.
Your crowned spirit shed its body like a garter snake,
leaving it here for us to burn
and in days to come I will build you monuments of spiraling bricks,
with the charcoal of your funeral pyre
here beneath the curtains of infernal sunset.
where I bathe in molten puddles
and tuck rose petals beneath my tongue,
where I dress your corpse for burial.
You were my mercurial star,
the alizarin drumbeat of my heart.
in the red gardens of Mars, the lions weep.