Archive for January 2011
On that vernal night I sowed the long-cold earth, oblivious,
I sowed foolishness, carelessly cast, draped in coal-bright lanterns,
Backlit by the waxy, gibbous moon, on the hilltop, above the restless sea,
And all about, black eyes, twice cloaked in black and black surveyed,
Marked my careless, guardless, retreating ways,
And waiting, hunched and gnarled, like dead arrayed,
They scuttled out and sowed from charnel pots,
The hope of loss.
And we made there, like a wretched dream,
Unmapped, unmarked, a withered field,
And all that long winter, we starved for want of love,
In the wasteland they had made.
Be with me,
My prison-guard, whose smile the only light
In this oubliette of mine; no darkness,
Only a forgetting of what is bright,
A rich smear, a Monet in my mind’s eye,
Of you, only you.
And at last,
With your glittering soul I shall hold still,
With hands on hips and sweet Athena’s eye,
Your beauty tumbles the sky until
The end days have flickered out, unremarked,
Unbound by these spells.
So touch me,
With that quivering, that flinch, holding fast,
Sharp intake of breath and melt into memory,
The memory of embraces long past,
And the flight of love and timeless things like
Raindrops on a bridge.