
'Your Words Are Pearls' & 'Reservation For Two': Two Poems by December Lace

YOUR WORDS ARE PEARLS
Our thin coats exposing us to bare elements
On a frosty obscure night
Crumpled newspapers vanishing
down the narrowing black alley
Frigid temperatures freezing our breaths,
The pearls of words that drop from your
Lips,
I rush to collect in my black gloved hands
Illuminated in my knitted cupped palm
Visible under the ink sky
An orb of milk in a droplet of ink
Take into my Ebenezer mouth, like communion
Swallow like candy and pills
Chalky sweet granules clinging to my pink throat
All of what you say inside of me
Curing the lonely aches afflicting this crumbling body
Luminescent medicine
Syllables vibrating neon in my veins
Your whispers connecting us in the shadows

RESERVATION FOR TWO
Snow colored tablecloths drape fancily over my frosty porcelain legs, just rushed in from the salted sidewalks
The reservation checked in, coat taken too soon, and my arms are suffering
My ropes of hair done up in elaborate knots expose my shoulders and the little knobs of flesh rise like glasses for a toast
until you come to my rescue,
a month in and you already read my shivers
Your palms rub steadily, gently lending their glow to my skin,
chasing away the chills, murmuring promises of what happens after cocktails into my
neck, breath funneling into my collarbone,
condensation coming to a climax–
The waiter doesn’t see, he just brings the ice water
December Lace is a former professional wrestler and pinup model. She has appeared in the Chicago Tribune, the Chicago Sun-Times, Pro Wrestling Illustrated, The Molotov Cocktail, Awkward Mermaid, and Rhythm & Bones YANYR Anthology, among others. She loves Batman, burlesque, and horror movies. She can be found on Twitter @TheMissDecember, http://decemberlace.blogspot.com, or in Chicago’s obscure bookshops.