snake skin bouquets, i turn roses into bronze,
and drink tea from deer skulls--

would you be my lady grey?-- the ginseng queen
my blooming tea maiden of matcha--
we were bold enough to rapture the 
tea bags-- take bathes in leaves--
turn dark water into a lagoon where
you teach me how to sing-- why doesnt
anyone tell me they can sing--
she sings like snakes or the batter
bowl undulation of medusa heads of jelly fish--
i sleep like a bloom-- tossed shopping bags of
bronze-- of rose petal-- wild flower feet--
we meet at that lake where 
the moon jellies taught their bodies 
to intone in light and we washed the bones
clean in the water-- not just
skulls our bones-- your bones--
these bones to marred by milk--
dip me cookie blush-- melted into 
the tea pot where we all became butterflies--
where moths fell burned into metal--
into bronze-- into wing rose petal
as they banged their heads into
another sun-- fell fast and crumpled
you said i was a chamomile kind of person 
i take myself by the warm lake belly
full of moon
with two yellow packets, a tiny blue spoon,
and a squeeze of lemon to make me
glow-- i dont sing like her-- 
we broke open 
the deer skulls by the stitches--
peel like citrus-- like mugs of bone--
we make tea from the fog--
lit clouds up in my head lights--
found honey pulled from jelly fish
arms 
siphoned from dew on the metal roses--
she picked me up like a bouquet of shed
snake skins-- she knows where the
serpents leave their overcoats 
when they dance naked with the
mice under the soppy forest 
brewing leaves under our feet--
how did you sing like a Garter--
eat berries from the red eyes of
a cornsnake-- i rattle-hiss 
when you sing-- i python these
hands together-- heavy like
rose bronze-- stitched like
the pieces of a fox skull-- we were bare
foot
when we walked on water--
but it was really just the jelly fish
letting us use them like stepping
stones-- like goddess-- like Jesus
feeding the snakes again-- 
he's sick of being called a boy--
cut his hair and tossed it to the water
like a shopping bag bloom into medusa--
oh lady grey-- hold on to me
by the tea bag string-- we'll make jellyfish
pillows-- wash our hands of 
all those stings in milk-- crumble 
we cookie blushed faces--
id rather wear scarves of snake skin--
than be another girl-body wrapped
up in long hair-- 
we drink tea from skulls-- 
wash off the beetles in milk--
the mice and the snakes aren't
ashamed to be naked around us 
because they know how well you sing
and how i am just a chamomile
girl-body who puts flowers 
in their hair when i steep--