Of Locks and Keys
~*~
I sealed something away
in a heavy iron box
to know the pang
of bitterness
of regret…
while coldly
taking my measure.
Divided
The driving rhythm of the drums
attuned to the savage melody
pounding inside my chest
continuous beating
pushes the hooks
deeper into me
Sensual snares
viciously dig
dragging me
entangled
with it.
Alone
I dance for you
- inside my head -
against my own will
with an empty goblet
to keep me company…
A spiraling ballet of
split crystal visions
borne of finest
intoxicating
darkness.
Falling
There was something
nearly indefinable
about my mother
A sadder bitterness
exuded from her
Her faded beauty
revealed of itself
A twisted brokenness
which had never healed
from her early girlhood.
I am her daughter.
Resurrected
Tonight we dance
summoning serpents
by moon in candlelight
with sages and abalone
sweet grass and juniper
under feathered wash
of conjuring smokes
To honor memory
To think of her
To feel her
as warm light
as enduring love
as we – spirits of twilight
in a deeper darkness
play with violent joy
- inside – crying out
together… whispering
sacred secret knowledge…
The eternal wisdom of how to fly
within the promise of red resurrection
after a season of the dimming of the light…
…This I shall never forget.
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