Black ink and sunbeams poetry

Sequin-ring,
dancing,
the erstwhile tapir-beaked
smile upon your back
stumbled out
of adolescence
and into exile,
before Corinth,
in the quiet,
before the dawn

Meridian,
listing,
shaved away the burlap
edges of shame,
between gasping breaths,
through the
axiomatic peaks and valleys
of irony,
wrung out,
before Corinth,
in the quiet
before the dawn