Poetry
I
Contained, consumed by a vast black land,
Amid entanglements of green webs
Tended by metal monsters and hardened hands.
A frustrated feline upon the rooftops crept,
Seeking refuge in that solitary state,
As the squall came rolling, in silence wept.
Unfathomed, thought she, that that Godly Fate
Had left her as a foundling in fog
Searching for that one true mate.
Nightly escapes from masked pigs as dogs
Ran she as I and I as she,
Caught in the man’s net and he,
With seductive dark eyes, launched into his prologue.
II
Thou cast upon me a knightly gaze
Face of weather more than Male,
In thine eyes a sparkle of craze.
Feeling thy gentle hand brush back my veil,
Rushing water running through me,
I say, “With forked tongue, spin thy tale.”
“For thine eyes to see
Would reveal my world insane
With fear and loathing quite possibly.”
Thou, leaning in to explain,
delivers a searing kiss,
Like madness unknown, I push in vain.
The hurt passes, turned to bliss
as taste of liquid life
pours from my lips.
Thy touch pains me as would a knife,
But love thou, I do,
Heart, soul, blood of blue.
How I long to heal thy strife!
III
“Many centuries from thou I precede—
Shall I tell thee more?”
“Aye, dear Angel, I beg thee!”
“I can show thee Beauty’s gore.
Reveal the inner soul’s toil—
Know not me, for sure?”
“Nay, I know thee not from this mortal coil,”
Say I, “Thou hast me utterly beguiled.”
“Thence, my plan thou art powerless to foil!”
“Kind sir, thou art of manner wild!
If thou knowst me,
Then show mercy
And I will be thy servant unbridled.”
IV
“Fool of a woman! Thou art to me already tied,
And as such, it shall stay
Until and beyond the day thou hast died.”
“Remember not my cold breath
Graced upon thy warm neck,
But with our melancholy love, recollect
That my name be Death.”
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