Sage Mourning

Petulant Prophetic Protectors

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

I just wish that crow could soar with raven

Layers

Veering Viridescent Vertebrae

I was your vessel
Your hands reaching… into… me… your fingers squeezing
I oozed between them, soft, pale, earthen clay
From dirt where the bones have no sorrow
Your therapy
A divine intervention
I soothed your calloused places. Your hands… fingers… mind…
Spirit…
That lived in Desolation Alley, back behind Torment Avenue, between Despair Street and 13th
Turning left on Despair, the trees whispered here, their gnarled arms scratching…
At your clothing, your arms and face, tangling in your wild hair
But with no vacancy in the rooms in your wretched mind, tranquility couldn’t check in –
Sanctuary denied… run down, cluttered, damaged, rusted, burned to the ground, ashen, smoky ruins raining…
Nuclear winter in the summer
And so you conjured… scooped me from the fleshy earth and blessed me with river water
Pressing me into form, you created curves from my lines, pounding with lions fists on days of frustration
Your rage hammering my soul, while the crows watched through the dirty alley windows
Squawking eerie metaphors for life, destruction, and death that ricocheted against the glass –
The raucous debate like ghosts in metal armor, with their fragments of truth in weapon form
Spitting at the wispy panes, launching a storm of tiny cracks
That let the chatter seep, to climb the crumbling plastered walls, and spread like a spider web, sticky sweet –
A bandage waiting for your dire shadow
Should it free its churning, anguished assemblage from your acidic bones, as you sat hunched over the table
Kneading, coiling, mashing – molding your doing into my being –
My eyes into chasms to hold your pain
My mouth into promiscuous to sear your body
My mind into carnage to suffer your desolation
My spirit into submission to embrace your havoc
Manifestations of the dark side of the moon; Angels in limbo and demons in torment
Oh how time does erode…
You scrape at my layers and they curl as they fall away. Soft and cool, pliable, musky, of the earth…
And I become
A silent amulet that speaks every language
Soft and sweet, low and murky, loud and ferocious, calm and pure. Melodic passion, soul sex…
A salve to soothe a lost, devastated heart – decimate its terrors with pure, unwavering fidelity
As the moon parts the dark sky, your pain pours through your frenzied fingers
Strong appendages that lovingly push, fold, caress me – my mud carcass soothing under your nails
Time settles in your pores and rests there, waiting for you to dust it away
You assess me with ancient eyes, pupils like amethyst oracles
My earthiness permeates your nostrils, and you slowly inhale the scent of me, eyes closed in communion
You dip me in the river water, smooth my slippery skin with roughened fingertips, pressing gently
Where you desire a sweet spot
A desolate, melancholy contentment threaded in a trace of a smile, and the crows tap at the windows
Weathered beaks biting, arching wings in raptured agreement as I am finalized. My purpose becomes clear.
Your vessel… amulet… earthen conception… structure of sorrows, to still your torturous madness
Your demons and your pain – that breaks even the hardest of hearts and invites the tearless… weep…
An impression… patterns of wretched, haunting, heinous wrongdoings… placed –
Centered in my sweet spot, where my gentle embrace folds them
Within
So that you can finally sleep

Seasons of my Eyes

Waxing Witchery Woven

This massacre has turned a corner
Gone from brutal, bloody cemetery of mutations and mutilations
To midnight summer, starry sky full of incantatory, ethereal dreams –
Where he was birthed in splendors’ beauty
The mind of a madman but the heart of a poet
Savage and rogue, soft and seraphic
A murmur sweet against my heart
I find my way in his mesmerizing, honeyed eyes
Rest against his strumming heart that moves me like a gentle prayer –
Lulls me into filigreed moonflower dreams
He is a formidable foe
But a fierce warrior
Come to take my heart into his somber, deadened world
To play with specters and demons, of which we shall then slay
Each one a torment that time has kept for us alone –
To banish among the ruins at the edge of the moon
Our breath each others intoxication
Our words each others scripture
Our blood each others sustenance
I seek our existence in his eyes as life unsheathes its violence
I know my place with his every heartbeat
He is my immortal moonstone
My summer solstice rain, drenching me in sugary absinthe sin
And I fall willingly to his seeking thirst
Tattoo my desire on his naked, beautiful body, with my eager mouth –
Wandering aimlessly, reveling in every inch of his masculine, seductive canvas
The star shadows bathe us in steamy heat
And I wish to make him recognize the profound, constant craving he inspires in me
All that he need do is seek my eyes
It exists there, always, endlessly…
It speaks in words and wordlessly
It lives in the tumescent energy between us; Sparks, flame, fire, inferno…
Only he is my possessor
The only one that I seek
When I look to the sky
When I listen to the wind
When I disappear into the darkness
When I creep among the demons
He is my shadow beneath lavender clouds
My tormenter and protector
My love for him blessed in sacred magic and paraphed poetry
Written in ink and blood
Always resting on my lips for his ears
Always thriving in my tempestuous heart
Always in the seasons of my eyes
Orbs of autumnal caramel rimmed with aquamarine…
Sparkling with mischief, desire, fire and love
Because of him