It’s not the life that you lamented The stillborn dreams you half invented Yet still you smile as one demented On a bower of withered flowers The crescent sickle swings in descent Reaping the golden stalks you sent Straining toward the firmament While wailing women mark the hour
She who smiled and called you lover Cut you down and took another Who means your death but calls you brother And heaven knows he speaks the truth In exile from that sacred thing Of which lovers sigh and minstrels sing Retrace your path as fisher king Back to the castle of your youth
When we men voyage to spiral castle We’re not her lord we’re just her vassal And she really doesn’t need the hassle Attendant to the role of wife We mourners cry but we dissemble When Kore passed the earth did tremble But in your wake we just assemble Keening at the gates of life
So winter comes the movie’s ended And just as though our hearts were mended Our awareness is extended In the whirr of the machine And whether scars do fade or linger I’m not the one to point the finger Not the song I’m just the singer In an opera of might-have-beens.
Blue sky flies above but I, with head bowed walk under the sun who throbs as insects drum feeling the heat mosquitoes hum menacing They guard my love
Sting, draw blood, but I don't care! Sweet, wild love waits here, there, somewhere My eyes are searchlights they pierce tall grass peer faithfully for the promised
Tell-tale glow at last! A ruby winks near my big toe nose first, fingers bent head and knees bow eager – reverent we touch - trembling Treasure – sweet and deep aroma overcomes intoxicates me
We comingle in the pine and clover with my blood and sweat Let mosquitoes hum it's not done yet! A warm soft ruby on my tongue fatal sweet explosion and more to come! Tiny Beauties bursting inside me giving --- enormous pleasure sweet --- tart miracles of joy.
Bare arms unsheathed upheld fingers flash, articulated jewels, emerald, mauve, chartreuse sun splayed through each, each limb carved, curving in a r a b e s q u e s of abandon.
Bend your sinuous heads earthbound skyward locking arms lifting breasts leafing out seed staccato doing the dance of vines.
