Poetry

                                                    And if the price be eternal hell,
                                                    I think that she bargained well.
                                                    In that moment she took hold
                                                    Of woman's wisdom, brought two-fold.

 

Eros Dying

You and I should lie together
        Beneath the boughs of poplar trees
Watching the shadows spread
        Across bared breasts and crashing seas.
 

I wonder what you would say
        In a soft impassioned, breathless tone...
The same old litany
        Or the secrets known to me alone?

And when, I suppose the moon hung high,
        And the dance was done,
I could look into your eyes once,
        Before I turned to homward run.

Yes...that offer I think I could make,
        Before we walk away,
To be your lover in the night
        And a stranger in the day.

I chose you all those years ago,
        when as a child I took your hand
I still remember golden hair
        Blending with pale white sand...

 

Ah, Love I guess it's done
        This little love we've wrought,
But I think I could laugh with you this time
        And thus disarm the hurt it brought.

 

Wait one moment
                         Will you?
Let me fix the letter
                           To my breast.

There we are...
                            I am thusly prepared
To recieve your
                            Righteous and deserved judgement.

What's that Friend?
                            Mount the platform?
Of course Sister-Mine
                            T'would be a shame if you had no audience

To my supposed wrongs.

Ah, I stand shackeled  and ready
                             Speak now, Beloved!
Cut me, denigrate me,  sacrifice me
                             In God's holy name of course.

Talk of sin and redemption and love...
                            Damn me who once
You claimed you counted dear...
                            I'll not raise a hand to stop you.

Silent tears fall to earth
                            Like lightening from heaven
As I listen to you testify
                            Of pure saviors

And true, unselfish love

I wonder now,
                            stripped and naked for your
Self-righteous  pleasure
                            if Satan did rebel at all...

Or was he more like me?

Lucifer fallen
                            to one bruised and battered knee
Raped and ruined
                            and lovely to see.
 

love and truth gentle killers be
they take your breath in the night
and never do you see
the knife that passes before your sight
and leaves your soul to bleed...
until the last breath passes cold
and you are black and you are old
staring  numb at a beloved friend
knowing now it did end.

running back to what you once had been
witch and bitch and liar and friiend
that all the curses spoken be true
from one you thought did know you.
that she may relish what she wrought
the heart she killed
the soul she bought.

there is no god
there is no light.

the is pain and betrayal
and ever endless night.

we should talk i think
about all the things we never did.
we should find a quiet grove
and i will lay my head on
your chest and listen as your
breath dances genius across my brow.

i will feel your voice rumble
and love you like a child;
all adoration and no demands
as the sun bleeds red and orange
across a too blue sky.

from a distance
we would be as one creature;
a tangle of limbs and lips;
you wrapped around me
like wysteria around willow.

you say I feel nice
like an worn, wool blanket.
i am salve to world worn hurts
and half forgotten pride woundings.
you take me downdowndown
and i go like lamb to slaughter
tasting pleasure and shame
mixed with sweat and musk and sin
and you

yeah i guess i can do that for you
draw you in like breath
and hold you there until the end
when i sit head bowed
bathed in sweat and musk
and original sin.