holes

we are tunneled apples
our meat shifting
like the lair
of an octopus
under the sand

holes of beauty
like mouths, cupped roses
that catch the sweat and tears
of the sky

holes through to the dark forest
holes like trails, entrails
winding holes without end

holes of longing
that trap eyes and fingers
velvet holes
holes in the velvet lining of ragged holes

holes to sleep in, to drown in
to breathe through
holes like unfinished words

holes in the curtain
that raises, opens
I face the crowd, my arms high
the bullets pass through me
like a ghost