lady labyrinth

this is where you slow your beating wings. rest here in the fibrous tunnel of my heart that will protect you from the throbbing world that rises all around like so many streams of blood and hard muscle. crack the wishbone of my mind, close my eyes, and repeat those terrible words that shock my heart open.

but wait - do these walls move? do sudden shifts invade these tunnels like waves? i would be a fool to guarantee any safety here in these cracked channels; clods of hurt fall like earth and kisses drip stinging tears. This heart blooms like a warm flower in the sunlight of your worship, but the hot shock could singe these too-willing petals.

if this lead anywhere, let it be back to ourselves, if we know them or not.


Lotus Hurt by the Cold

How many times, like lotus lilies risen
Upon the surface of a river, there
Have risen floating on my blood the rare
Soft glimmers of my hope escaped from prison.

So I am clothed all over with the light
And sensitive beautiful blossoming of passion;
Till naked for her in the finest fashion
The flowers of all my mud swim into sight.

And then I offer all myself unto
This woman who likes to love me: but she turns
A look of hate upon the flower that burns
To break and pour her out its precious dew.

And slowly all the blossom shuts in pain,
And all the lotus buds of love sink over
To die unopened: when my moon-faced lover,
Kind on the weight of suffering, smiles again.

D.H. Lawrence

sea-change

somebody opened a floodgate in the sky. but my tiny chrysalis sticks firmly tight, seams don't show a hint of bursting. people permeate my skein like particles of needing, and it does nothing to alter the fluid of my being. i fail to understand the se-change, and perhaps won't until i am entirely swallowed by the crisp mouth of creation, then will spout sparks like tiny arrows of misfortune, explode like an car engine under the desert sun, stranded in a place of expansive beauty. perhaps someday i will be able to choose who to let in; for now, it is a free-for-all, a misguided attempt at free love and total abandon. its purifying as an armageddon, required before i terminate entirely into light and art.