dearest william,

thorns i have pushed aside
when you smiled upon me
(finally)
now tangle my limbs
in bloody spectacle
and angels watch but
know i am fallen


i have asked the meanings
deep in the winter nights
hoping metaphors and blood and snow
could defeat death
and centuries
and thought you answered with
samara and forsythia
now the myrtle rages here
(in my dragon year)
but eros is crying
in the fragile blooms

what now?

and maud, does she still shine
in the seafoam like a dark venus?
and although you married and loved another
was your heart forever dry of nectar,
that sweet flood returning never?

the thorns entangle--
i crave the pierced flesh
but i know if i don't find
the rose soon
the fay will abandon me
so i fumble for luminescence
in the dark
in the curse from birth
of belief
and in the sometimes belief
in the curse

(in this world that saves
paper hearts
and cuts out
real
ones)


~SAS