The Lizard Queen
His eyes churn blue and the sea is troubled,
rain slides past the window,
down sun-abandoned streets
blushed devil-kissed cheeks in a faltering night.
Warriors don’t cry and this conversation is death.
Heavy words turn cold when I have to say them,
drift past tongue and teeth releasing the life of love
in crimson rivers pulsed and paced to bleed out and die.
In truth, we are reptilian in like company.
And if I am naive, sadistic, cursed to wander alone and reckless
I’ll do it….
I….
I am the lizard queen,
wet doused sun against my skin
Parched earth and tongue,
Salient regret, washed on the tide
Of the tempest you bring.