pandora's lover
pandora's moon is a mirror to the ripefull of this honey drenched pulse
woe to the shining infamy of Artful Trysting...
it's the age-old archetype of the lovers, the emperor...the ace of cups
and Temperence beckons, a beacon on a far shore
under the water, slow descent i cannot fight or break
the surface
grinding in these gears--what's it for if it ends in tears?
a great bellow of hot root fire woven through and through the fibers
like blackberry vines tangled in my hair
i am sewn to the earth and i will wash
Away! This longing!
wash it away with dead leaves and dirt...
By the light of this honey moon
I declare it so and so mote it be....a spell to bloom out of the invisible, by turns
then to tremble under the weighty guise of surrender--yielding to the working worn hands so strong!
to cry out and dance the subtle dances of moving clay under nimble fingers
and eyes fixed with too much intensity to be gazed in the light, i'll hide them away from you and i'll hide my voice...for a little while
a small bird in that hand, a tiny mouse
i'll kill myself and live anew, phoenix again, rise pink and wet with the morning when i awake to the sun of your voice and i'll play that song again, again...to remember and wink, flutter, more!
these eyes, fixed upon what? this potential--a space to fill?
running for what? headlong into an undesirable
thing?
my box is empty but for hope--a tiny parcel
i'll grapple with the burn that turns your poor boy rags to ashes
smoldering while soot-smeared lips
pass like the feathers of a thousand song-birds
across every kissable part
posted by babaloniyoni @ 2:46 PM
2 Comments:
You are a POWERFUL writer. I just sat down and read everything you have written here. I've been married 20 years with what I feel is a good marriage, but I felt that I was right there with you. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of desperation. I wept like a baby, and then I felt hope was still hovering under the lid of Pandora's box. You have much to give your children and the world. Many women feel as you do, but can't express it as you have. I'm pulling for you all the way. What a strong woman you are!
will a simple thank you ever be enough to offer to the sweet souls who help me stay afloat? maybe three would be better...
thank you.
thank you.
thank you.
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