Post by amelie on May 10, 2004 21:48:10 GMT -5
She comes from shadow,
Formed in formless cloak
Of half forgotten fears;
Shape-shifting from contours
Of mooncloud and nightmist;
Her kiss as cold as borealis,
And breath of comet trail;
She insinuates in serpentine
Coils and twists between
The promise of tomorrow,
And a lifetime of regret.
The grating, intercostal heaving
Between gasps of sudden,
Misplaced confidence,
And the lingering, choking
Ache of residual despair
Is where she finds home;
In the chaos of the uncertain;
Between the timid, mewling
For pity, or in mulish defiance;
Anywhere but where
You would want her to be.
Sometimes you may catch her,
A fleet and distant thrumming
In vibrato inside the vacuum
That passes for peace of mind;
Inside, where insidious echoes
Of disappointed dreams
Never fully die away,
And catch you unawares,
Meandering any stray thought
Back on track; back to the hollow
Familiarity of emptiness.
Down endless corridors that run
Nightly through broken sleep;
Always locked and hopeless;
Knowing she is there, but where?
Till she coalesces and thickens
As she clots around you;
A succubus, siphoning your soul;
A slick ooze of sinewy stealth,
Tightening and cajoling,
To clasp a fist that slowly
Resolves to solidity, crushing
Hope to wisps of smoke and dust.
So you thought to deny her?
She is the tedious agony
That tells of a heart broken;
She awaits us all in time,
Shaded from the glare
Of our infant intimacies;
The brush and shudder
Of fresh romantic ecstasy;
She waits, a shade in a quiet
Secluded corner of the garden;
But she will find her way.
When the time comes;
When all that is left are
Promises made in penance;
In bargain with the devil,
Beneath pure holy sheets;
Vows in trust and tryst
To make it come right
This time, just this once;
Or never again venture into
The vainglory that fools
And poets call love.
