"FACINGFACES 2002 - 04" SELECTED POETRY

One Night

Hard-bitten night,
a black of the mind fantasy -
cum East of San Francisco reality,
beat a new blueprint of me.

In the gloom of pylons I was
a dove under the Dunbarton Bridge;
where men ran fire opals
down my thighs.

I became their fluid hours
measured in thrusts and bangs.
Clocks rang, and I flew,

free, across bay salt flats,
at last, as mud thick with clams
sucked off my shoes.

Joy, in the burn of a cigarette,
washed bloodslick and come from a mouth
split wide in redemption.


Melisande Luna
USA
copyright 2002