Gold above, she was
red down below. Precious
and gemmed lying ancient
and culturally representative
still amongst the glass
shards even after the case
was broken. The museum cast
as a setting for a martial arts
scene. Bodies shaped by
training to be entertaining
in motion. Metal claw-glove
scratched blood parallels
on a belly. After came
love in a jade gown,
partly. To watch was intimacy
though not an intimacy
the way a scorpion
enters you from within
the boot, or the way
a needle with ink ravages
your skin against the ravages.
