Night Song

Coral lipstick. The first I ever received
A way to look at myself
Presenting in a cage
Lock and key
So it is, so it will be
Venus, give me a good pattern
A way to print my face
As still as a brooding dove
Heaven’s blue smile;
A snake with silvery skin
Sit with me as I hang the toad
Spinning string, he fidgets and looks past
Letting him dangle while I rip out his veins
Careless boys at play
Great opportunity lies in this state of confusion