My symbols fete love

My symbols fete love.

My symbols fete love.
They do this with a saying no more complicated than that.
Her breasts are ballooning iconic cycles.
Between the jars are the star-gods shining as though the moon was twin
The wrecked face on the bashed dark side wanted to turn further away
In proud abashment and grief that is anger
And inside the core black teeth hang from them
Like a cancer.


- Anatol Cordua © 2017