green and lovely,
green leafy light shard,
you have flown and left
your brown carcass. you left
it strewn about my yard
in clusters and clumps and
you rode the coattails of
Summer right out of town.
you left me desolate. and crumpled
in piles awaiting the burn-man’s
flame. awaiting the sacred night
when the Lofty will light their pyres
and release me into the night sky.
but i know that i will not go free
i know that these are just fables
i will stay here, a fading ember on
Earth’s brown belly. my orange gasps
are dwindled to black. they are drained
by the wind and her careless caresses.
she owns me and does so, completely.
her love too, is like the wind. careless and
selfish. wild and unruly.
inside she hides a pain most
pure and has found a healing balm in this
sweet affection i’ve made. i’ve blended
and mixed the parts for her potion. with
gentle breath i blew across the rippling
surface, cooling it’s insatiable warmth. her lips
trembling, open slowly as my remedy slides
neatly down her throat, and seeks out
the empty pockets inside.
there it pools
and puts her wounds in the dark.