Spoiler. I like readers of my work to choose their own meaning. But from time to time, I share my own meaning of a work. This poem is about… having someone love you in such a way, that he/she truly sees you. They see your wounds, your desires, road blocks, madness, and so on, and they silently, instinctively tend to you. They witness and honor all of who you are, in a loving way, until your distractions, your ghosts, your pain are finally quiet, and your fire, your authentic self, your joy come home – you return to yourself.

In the rabbit hole
Your deft, ferocious fingers contort my mangled spirit
Slicing with appendages, sinuous and toothy; Trimming
Slivers falling away
Gluttonous lunacy deposing
You paste onto my eggshell bones
Your menagerie of lovely brooding
Tender strokes in corners and crevices
Where pasting is futile –
Needle and thread are married with bone
As I lounge in your sultry, libidinous cocoon
My demons loan their wailing to stillness
When your eyes become a bridge reckoning passage through my smoky, sooty debris
The wet earth rubs my skin, coats my scars with clay motifs of warriors that move –
Each time my ashen flesh furrows
You lift my bones to wrap my spirit beneath
Pluck at a corner snagged on a splintered fracture –
Then line it up against nettled ribs
Your breath lilac sweet against my face
You bend your head, pasting and suturing –
Dabbing at blood, woe and darkness lovingly
A silent seer of the obscure
Your innate knowing –
Epochs in the making, formed from the cohesion of brutal and divine…
A chosen one, witness, ancient synergy of all and none
Your ministrations to my desolation like a warm, numbing prayer and I
Weary, heavy in my bones
Gaze at you with loving, revering eyes –
As the last stitch is gathered, the last remnant pasted and your beautiful lips lure me
You are the need in my want –
Your petting warming my cursed, barren spirit
Your blood washing away the foul damages of my dusty bones
Your eyes flashing, provoking spark to fire –
Incinerating my achromatic existence
Your breath against my skin an homage to dismembered desire
In the rabbit hole
You tend to my savage needs
Scour my ravages
Assuage the rampage –
Before my wretched spirit canonizes this devastation
I feel my wild (long ago dissected crudely)
Climbing through my bones
Spirit and bones in a lovely mess of carnal wonder…
And my demons digress
In awe, I am finally quiet
The bleeding cools
And my bones kiss the sun…