Never to Dream of Spiders - Audre Lorde

Never to Dream of Spiders by Audre LordeTime collapses between the lips of strangers   my days collapse into a hollow tubesoon implodes against nowlike an iron wallmy eyes are blocked with rubblea smear of perspectivesblurring each horizonin the breathless precision of silenceone word is made.Once the renegade flesh was gone   fall air lay against my facesharp and blue as a needlebut the rain fell through October   and death lay    a condemnation   within my blood.The smell of your neck in August   a fine gold wire bejeweling war   all the rest liesillusive as a farmhouseon the other side of a valleyvanishing in the afternoon.Day three    day four    day ten   the seventh stepa veiled door leading to my golden anniversary   flameproofed free-paper shredded   in the teeth of a pillaging dog   never to dream of spiders   and when they turned the hoses upon mea burst of light.Audre Lorde was an American writer, professor, philosopher, intersectional feminist, poet, and civil rights activist. As a poet, she is well known for technical mastery and emotional expression, as well as her poems that express anger and outrage at civil and social injustices she observed throughout her life. Support the showPoems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree