alexandra desipris
1.
why am i always thinking about blood?
my smile hovers, Cheshire-like,
in this room, absent of time
shark teeth bared
blood dribbling down my chin
i laugh at you over and over, clarion
the night goes on in two different places
your face may be at a certain longitude
where mine sits at the intersecting latitude
side eyed, so much for the distance
i’m only interested in truth but
you always wear a mask of ever shifting -
blood under my nails sharpened like talons
gripping, digging, tearing your flesh
do you enjoy making me do this to you
i’m screaming, but you won’t hear me
this water is cloudy, cold, black
but still i submerge and
submit to your abysses
eagerly please swallow me whole
i am the knife, i’ll watch only your lies
empty space recedes around me shivers
a precipice of oneiric nonsense
shipwrecks & storms my shrouds
desperately groaning, wailing almost -
why am i always thinking about blood
and why am i always drowning
when i am thinking about you?
2.
Intertidal zone
a star’s red tail
just above the treeline
you’re beautiful, you said
didn’t see it, you did,
(didn’t and don’t believe it was there)
burned yellow moonrise,
just a ploy to turn my sour will
i’m scared, you said
glassy water and mallards telling us
to go away or
softly kissed, lulled, lulling,
grinding down my will
were they warning me?
i’m throbbing for you, Alexandra,
i can’t stop thinking about you, you said
my kind, my kin, intermediates
between water and air and
water and land and land and air
birds who swim, dive and fly
do you like that i make myself cum to the
thought of you 5-6 times a day, you said
but nest on solid earth
like me, always in between places
always in intertidal zones
twice a warning then
to run, to fly, to dive, to drown, to fall
i want you to be mine, you said
anything but:
do not go in there!
heedless, impulsive up and in
and
that’s good pussy, you said
so
here we descend, in silence.
my capacity for restraint worn thin
i want to know all of you, you said
such a fleeting thing that has flensed
me bare the ending here
i'm going to lick and suck on your
pussy with all of my cum in it, you said
just a few hours?
as short as the ending there
look at me, you said
so i did
make me cum babe, you said
3.
a side quest
fox crossed paths
1000 thousand lost horizons; none of them mine
the distance to entropy is?
“goodbye, i’m leaving for the end of the world”
you have had the honor of her leaving
she doesn’t sleep, she hasn’t slept in as many days as there are horizons.
i will wake you with a kiss even if i don’t sleep.
keep it close, closer, in the palm of my hand, keep it there, your heart
Alexandra Desipris is a Greek American visual artist hidden in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey.