I wanted a Coke, but all I got was Ginger…
No, my love
you will
not
speak of things
done in darkness,
of
things that strip you
of your clothing,
then your innocence,
and maybe,
if you’re really, really good…
your life
No, my love
you will
not
speak of the pain
in your heart
and long showers that
never
purify
your tainted soul
No, my love
you will
not
speak of my cruelty,
my cursing,
my fists,
my feet.
No, my love
you will
smile,
and the mask of
our dead love
will harden
like a cocoon.
And then,
let only
fantasy butterflies
alight from your tongue.
She battles him
when war is done,
and whether win or lose,
when her blood is high and hot,
she climbs
the mountains of his thighs,
heedless of wounds,
heedless of weapons,
And pulls him to
new heights of
painful ecstasy.
Lustful as any warrior
he’s ever faced,
and more deadly
for the love she bears,
his flesh is claimed
as a trophy of
love’s war,
empty of seed,
but not of life.
Melchora’s spells
enrapture me
capture me
sap me of strength
and will
to defy the
tidal pull
of her lunar love
Melchora’s spells
bind me
blind me
and find me helpless
at the base of her heart
Melchora’s spells
lift me
gift me
and seal the rift
between my need
and her mind
Melchora’s spells
smell of lilac and lavender
and honey and ginger
as I breathe deeply and
my soul turns
to ashes and smoke
Melchora’s spells
are vital
and gentle
and my reason’s reality
is contained between her hands
And I want to look away,
And I want to walk away,
And I want to be away
from her,
But that too, is part of
Melchora’s spells….
See the sun set on our longing
to invade a distant shore.
See the dimming of desire
to go sailing off to war.
Harbored safely and securely,
anchors lowered close to town,
we will speak no more of killing,
and with families settle down.
Though the noble masts jut proudly
in the darkened twilight sky,
Hear the cannon’s silence softly
Sing a sailor’s lullaby
See the sails tied to the rigging?
They’ll no longer catch the breeze.
And there’s no more pipe and jigging
On the rolling, dancing seas
And the whales will give birth again
to calves beneath the moon,
fearing nothing from the surface
be it net or sharp harpoon.
And the lighthouse keepers
get to leave their cold and noisy
towers,
for there’ll be no more ships coming
in the darkest morning hours.
And violent storms that claimed
the lives of those who’ve gone before
will have no plunder for their crimes
that leave this happy shore.
So weep no more, my lovely bride
The tide is standing still.
And I’ll face the sunset with you
Til it sinks beneath the hill.
Lost in the mist, she came to my rescue.
Follow me.
It was the voice of a being
far above angels, and deep as the grave.
To where?
I followed, not knowing, but willing.
To love. To life.
The mist thickened around us.
But I’m lost. Do we go to my destination?
She turned to look at me with silver eyes.
We go, my love, to where you need to be.
I followed, not blindly, but knowingly.
I wish to leave. I’m frightened.
The mist hid her from view.
Follow, and I will comfort you.
I followed blindly.
Give me your hand.
I took her hand, and she led me…
Do you love me?
I followed.
How can I?
She stopped.
You simply decide.
She kissed me.
I’m lost.
She always loved to wear them
around her raven curls.
I said “That’s too flamboyant;
you’re not like other girls.”
She smiled and said “I like them,
and know you like them too.”
I said “I do. And flowers
look beautiful on you.”
And on the ship she traveled,
that sank into the sea,
the flowers that adorned her
came floating back to me.
She always loved to wear them
around her raven curls.
And now I’ve no desire
for any other girls,
for love had crossed an ocean,
perilous, dark and deep.
And now I see her flowers
bloom only in my sleep.
I see them multicolored
around her raven curls.
She calls on me to save her
as the deep water swirls.
And no, I cannot save her.
But even so I try
before the deep blue claims her.
Before she sinks to die.
She takes the wreath of flowers,
entangled in a curl.
She hands them to me, smiling,
As ocean winds a-twirl.
She always loved to wear them.
I still remember when.
And when I live no longer,
I’ll crown her once again.
She always loved to wear them.
I’ll keep them here until
we walk the sky together.
And she will wear them still.
I scattered myself
spread myself out
purged myself of
fickle, transient colors
and became a
solid monochrome,
containing all that you would need
to shine
And you, lain so sweetly, gently
over the top of me,
like diamonds on black sand,
took the sun from my heart,
and turned it into
angelic starlight,
reflecting the night sky,
and our enduring,
timeless love
to the
infinite universe
Light upon me here,
and give me kisses
and wishes,
and the essence
of dreams of longing
long unfulfilled
Give me the plunder of legends
you’ve carved in runes on ancient trunks,
and whispered
’round eventide’s eldritch fires
Show me the paths through trees
older than the tongues of men,
and the dusky hiding places of the
demi-goddesses.
And in the niche
of night’s knowledge,
In the enchantment of the
encampment you inhabit,
Let me be no Stranger,
nor Harbinger,
but Lover,
and light upon me
Here
Dance you now before me, spirit?
Trickery do you now devise,
that you would take my lover’s form
and bring new grief to heart and eyes?
Dance you now before me, spirit?
Lovely was she, when the dance
would her effervescent nature
make her leap and spin and prance.
Dance you now before me, spirit,
knowing she has gone away,
taking life and laughter with her,
holding me no more in sway?
Dance you now before me, spirit?
Leave me now and put to flight
Frilly lace and fragile gossamer,
And my heart she held so tight.
Dance no longer with me, spirit.
Music, broken, plays no more.
Dance into benighted moonlight,
Leave me here, on love’s dark shore.
Dance into benighted moonlight.
Leave me here, on love’s dark shore.
Beyond Panic 