Stem of Wallflower / Hair of Doormat

by Amy Key

after Kate Bush

dress hem dragged through rockpools .. her mime a fret of heather .. voice a cooling dearest .. gone elastic in her body .. dreamy bones ecstatic .. blackbirds under water .. a neon rose she buried .. tiptoed into senses .. throat-glow radioactive .. sky eye fluidity .. foxhound sonic itches .. summer blossoms melted .. clouds painted into thunder .. her shawl a lake across the stairwell .. asleep a former coward .. red ribbon swell of seaweed .. her tongue the dimmet waves .. so veiled drunk and drowning