ReelingMy heart is reeling:an attempt to propel timebackwards--with the hope thatlove might reverse itselfnot into scorn,but to that placid momentbefore conception.
I am...I am the White Waves crashing on seven shores.I am the Wind that brings the Rain and the word that called the Sun.I am the feathers on an arrow.I am the Eldest Daughter.I am driftwood.I am twilight's silver mare and the copper-gilded heifer that won't budge
Ill of the MoonI am grievedthat I must speak illof the moon.I have nightly watched it waneand wax back to fullsince we conspired between those mirrors...and you snared me with your smile.Yet no phase,however brilliant,has served to distract,or made me less alone.Oh, you have been a constantinhabiter of my thoughts.Somewhere in transitdelivered the sweetest torment;you rocked me-- dear apparition--and kissed my lips;then sunk down smilingbeneath the horizon;riding on the moon.I arose possessing sighsthat stretched out for miles;All the distance betweenmy cup of teaand your abandoned cigarette--they reached to wipe the ashes from your hands;they reached to run their fingers through your hair;they reached for the moon.
Faery FeastOne evening in JuneYou and I slipped out of timeand escaped to the faery feast;breathed in the honey air,kissed the willow wisps,and watched the firefliesdance by the creek.We ate the fruits of Venusand coveted their stones--wrote messages on themand hid them in our pocketsas talismans.Laughed with sparrows late into the nightrecounting romancesand getting drunk on moon,and rose petals,and blackberry wine.Plotted ways to stop the sunfrom erasing the darknessand dissolving the evidenceinto morning dew.But I was lucky enoughto snatch a violet horizon;and I wrapped it in silver wings--a token preserved in starlightto ensure that these yearswill never fadethe magicfrom your heart.
VacuumThere was a timewhen the dreaming poolsplunged deep--generous in being whole.And I swamthe breadth ofseven heartbeatslooping back from end;bending forth--until the mirrors shatteredand the vacuumsucked me dry--the exoskeletonthat was blown away;and what is leftare only impressionsof leaves on the pavement.