Sage Mourning

Pale, cool skin
Your heart settling into its finality, its eternal sleep
I sink into the aftermath, submerge into the soft fluidity of your breath –
I lay here, fingers stretching to grasp the last of your shadow
Breathing in your fading scent of sweet bark and cherries, booze and rusted metal
Remembering the taste of your whiskey-soaked mouth
The thrum of your leather-clad heart
During those nights of sugared, psychedelic madness beneath a pregnant moon –
Where we reached into that midnight sky and sliced her open
Laughing as her luminosity slid from that plump belly
To drench us in lacy, lusty froth
Ardor born from demons and angels
Melting like hot chocolate foam as our bodies collided and struck fire to the hillside –
In each place we tumbled…
As we kissed each others sweet spots
A tangle of sex, wrapped up in a cocoon of passion-fire red
Moving in tandem anticipation, rough and sweet, heavenward
And I called your name in wonder, raked it into my skin with daggered fingernails
Thrilled to be your flame; Crow to your Raven
Aching to pull you deeper into my hunger
Mad with fury at my inability to devour every bit of you
Mind, soul, heart, skin, blood, bone –
To quench this infernal longing of this damned, beautiful view
Glowing like molten metal, those lion eyes of yours –
Restless orbs that stripped me naked, doused me with furious anger, soothed me with love
As we unfolded… our genesis written by the ancient weavers of time and destiny
Bone needles and thread, earthen clay, fire and water crashing into lightening –
One thousand answers in smoky layers, wafting in honey-stained wind, carried to the mountains –
To settle, to name each gorgeous chaos of our tumultuous crashing
We were born to become
We were doomed to fall away
You with your catastrophic love of death
Me with my foolish love of absolution
And, prolific poetic mourning over loves death becomes loquacious
But if I write of how your long, wild hair kissed the air as you danced –
Feather-fringed eyes skyward with reverence and gratitude
How you smelled like sage after coming in from your morning prayers
Serene and rooted from raven visions of the elders on the Red Road…
If my fingers divine some semblance of poetic order from this chaotic disarray
I can relinquish this anguish on my terms –
Word… by word… by word…
Write my grief while your current flows through my fingers
Write my loss while your words dance in my mind
Write my love while your spirit still lingers –
Warm against my skin; a fleeting sacred valentine
Flowery moonrise through my bleak-windowed eyes –
All those succulents that our love reaped; I watch our lonely garden sow
I hear your voice among the trees and know you’ve found your haven