Postcards From Purgatory: The Persian Carpet

Friday, December 21, 2012

The Persian Carpet

i am dripping in the shower of your love
my skin wet where i lie at your feet
and the scent is both soft like lavender
and pungent like sacramental wine
but the winds drifting off the sea
and through an open window cool me
where i rest shamelessly naked
and spread cruciform on the floor
across a carpet that you say
is of royal Persian descent
smuggled here at an incredible cost
and under threats of death to
you and all of yours
it is stained you confess
from all the men
who have come before me
but i do not mind the bleach
of a spot here or there
in the twist of its silk tapestry
for it is mine to lie upon
and stain
for now