spider mummies

the dusty lace
weaved by spider mummies
buried deep in tombs
and caves
bunkers of Babylon
those same cobwebs
wrap around
light fixtures
holy halo's
glowing yellow
shinning in the white midst
of a celebrated indifference
an acidic pall of inhumanity
read aloud by a canine ingenuity
I looked and saw
the forgotten light prisms
spectrums from a time
when God was a memory
in the mind of children
possessed by demons
inside double minds
on temporal thoughts
of pleasure
somehow knowing that just by
holding her
and touching her
beneath the lace of her impurity
the lace of her thigh high
a lover without love
a lover that needs nothing
asks for nothing
is nothing
let me see
under the blinders
beyond the horizon of name and face
numbers and assignments
and census bureau feedback
there beneath the mask of personality
a woman
imprisoned by shame
wrapped in silken misty dogma
court briefs and private papers
and institutions
a hardness
penetrated soft
knowing only that lace
and softness
the measure of our intimacy
2 lonely bodies
laced
wanting
both
privacy
and intimacy