There was a woman
nightmare of mine,
dead asleep within me
discarded like a dead flower...

A drought divides us
from the flames of my spine,
to her fiery vertebrae
lies barren soil...

Love comes and goes like the night
fleeing with a slice of the soul,
often coming to ransack
what is left of the heart...

Sometimes it is a candle flame
the bright sun in the sky,
only rising to falter
to be reborn another day...

An estranged flower picked from random bush
mockingbird trickster by hand of goddess,
announcing presence to the heart
often not truly seen...

With words of pollen spread to wind
used to heal most restless soul,
bitten deep by faithless love
I replant in fertile soil...

I whisper at night into the dark
before crossing sleeps silent gate,
soon I will be in the arms of another
whose name I not yet know...

She will bring to me
songs of childhood dreams,
upon sheets of milk white silk
and passion will open her thighs...