Even weeds reach for the sky, as if heaven holds a secret, as if liberation lies in the stars and the day’s passage into night
In dreamtime, he comes, my eclectic animus – sometimes raven, often tree, he seduces – first in conversation then in arousing flesh – Spellbound, witless,
Imperceptibly they disappear no ghostly trace I am a doorway – open, transparent, absorbing teleporting extinguishing souls, spirited away Eden-bound no return.
Children’s laughter echoes through these halls, and we light on last log against the gathering chill – our hearts aglow with memories – some cherished,
Thrum-thrum-thrum – I awaken with a start – heart pounding, intense heat stifling – flames shooting ceiling high form a ring around my bed, as
Mermaids have the best of life, she’d tell anyone who’d listen – castles deep on ocean’s floor, and watery skies that glisten I’d give up