impetus (FA)

this is the flower that drowned
persephone. a violent
beauty
a wisp of white neck
flesh asleep on lake of love
collar bone, flow
down
down the center
down
to the angel skin
pressed but quiet
on my shoulders
beating like slow wings

catalyst
spread like god or sweet heroine
the length of this undying winter

the bed never warm
without a pistol under the pillow