Never more terrified
than when my heart leaps
and sends that shiver through my bones.
Awakening in me
that old enemy of mine;
the mirror monster
she frees with laughter.
I know she carves
that smile extra deep for me
and sings
to draw me up from the underground
and I shake
with the strain
confining the thing that kills me every time.
Love is a many bladed weapon
and lust a noose of silken knots.
Her hair falls about her shoulders,
her perfume smells of senses lost.
I am no redeemer,
I am consumption,
I am vanity.
Defiled and twisted with rejection,
like a heart
in a body
that seeks only death.
Maybe it’s her touch that will cure me?
No,
that only makes it worse.
Identity ground down;
now
I am become one
with my inner catastrophe.
Only her body can abate me.
Only her hair in my face
can charm the fiend.
Only her legs wrapped around me
can intervene between
this monster and me.
When she cries out
the beast, it cries out also.
Then, for a moment
it is succored
and it rests.
She is quick
with her pistol
to release me
from the grip of life.
She lays me back down
deep under the crossroads.
She buries me
back where I belong.
My seductress,
lover,
resurrector,
sings goodbye with a song.
Enemy of mine
sleep in darkness
ever slumber.
Only awakened by her calling
to know hunger.
HG – 2017
