Sometime Later

Someday I will burst into crystalized comet magma,
Tinkling and shattering over our blanket of a galaxy,
And there will be nothing left to speak of me but the
Quiet unease
Of one certain boy.

Black Widow

Should I ever let you go
It will be as a lightning-winged firefly
Released from the spider’s web
Tugging and flitting until
In a moment of marvel
The silver threads, my heartstrings woven
Stretch
And
Stretch
And

Snap

Tangled and broken,
A tattered tapestry,
Stretched too thin to give pursuit.

I never knew I was a widow
A Black Widow
I thought that I was weaving you a home
A home of filamentous fantasies and
Glistening threads of passion

I wasn’t going to bleed you

I wasn’t going to bleed you

I wasn’t going to need you

I’d woven you a dream

But all you want
Were meant to want
You only want
To shine your little light
As you echo back the stars
Among the million fireflies
To fly

To fly

And die.

Moment of Perfection

The spotlight of the cheddar moon
Reveals a path of wonder
Along the salt-bleached skipping stones
And sandy mattress under.

Eliot is in my ears
Echoing his verse
Of white-blown waves and mermaid song,
Of universe and curse.

The skeletons of driftwood beasts
Form jungle-gyms of white,
The moon-bleached bones of ancient trees
Are dragons made of light.

Poseidon roars and claws the shore,
His whitecaps snatch for life,
The gravity of Artemis
Enchanting him to strife.

I do not fear, I step in awe
And from perfection there I draw
The mystery of love and law
Within the poetry that I saw.