Caricatura
I could paint you into
the canvas
a careful lap from my
brush dangling
like blood -- I could
I am Loki and the wind
dances my song
It is a form of hypnosis
this devil's trance
this dancing around the
equinox
I could carve you from
rock or clay or bone
or flesh -- like a
flagrant beast
but I rather chew your
thoughts --
for I am Quetzalcoatl
and the wind dances my song
these choice strings
plucked
of rambling desire and
holding your dreams
in the chalice of my
mind
I could sing you in song
sing this epistle
this subterranean
voyeur's expiation
-- I could hold you
to your knees and your
promises
and suckle the
imagination from your throat
to replace it with my
own dominion
for I am Coyote and the
wind dances my song
it is an insider's joke
and I hold the key
and I am never letting
you go
I am reason riding
bareback
the demon who laughs and
frightens
from atop your hearth
I am the song in the
wind
that dances across the
moon
the raven the serpent
the trickster
I am the wolf at your
doorstop
and I am howling beneath
your terrace
I could put you into the
words
and make you deliberate:
if what you see is
what you like -- I could
I am the storyteller
and place you upon my
knee
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