Dark PharmacyJ. P. Dancing Bear
(Poem Starting with a Line by Julianne Buchsbaum) I long for sleep, that dark pharmacy so the days crush together in the pedestal of your smile, and you call me with the bees within your voice, a honeyed vibration in the hive of your chest. I want the inky drug that make this happen so fluidly. Somnia, O Somnia my arms are falling numb and useless. I hear the breath of heavy horses behind my ears, they sound like leaves rushing to some appointment in the earth. Still I feel the bees come, humming your message, Queen of the Nocturne, Queen of Twisting Twilight. I left on the horse you sent for me, following your swarm deeper and deeper into the black landscape of your countryside. Wind whining yet I am a cup of water looking for the place you say I may lake within you. I bring you slow fish, eels scarving in the deep, swans gliding like glaciers across my face. I have come to feed the trees that house the bees you rule. My want is to be a reflection in your swart irises with their stars ablaze far inside. Within the wraps of your clouds, within your hills and dales I wish to rest; drift on your season- less currents to your cathedral, that willow tree bending to wisp the waters. Everything there is something else, the water a narcotic, the grass a choir of little whistles, the birds all brides preening. So many beautiful creatures resting in the hollow of your palms. I raise a rose for your bees and construct a house for them in my hands. I am as hushed as amber. My ear a rose. I listen for the grinding in twilight, the promise of the drug that brings me to this nightly place.
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