for how long will you strike your home,
feeling as the darkness spill onto this carpet.
You’ve cursed yourself at the behest of this darkness,
this atrocious thing you insist on carrying,
that you forgot the call of Light you carry
Did it make your being bloom and glow at this insistent strike
Do you not feel its sheer terror at your breathing Light?
you’ve pierced yourself till you bleed,
willing the darkness out of you,
till all you had was the light you so desperately sought.
You’ve let your soul stay imprisoned in this place for so long
Tell me did you find pleasure,
so why cling to it?
do you not know the darkness sits afraid of you
If only to savor the depths,
i will wade into the abyss,
watching as the sands of time
arrest the universe,
in hopes that in this forlorn moment
Home, i will find
I wish i didn’t feel the way i do for you.
That dreams of you do not follow me into the dead of the night…
that the embers of dawn did not carry your name in their midst
I have prayed that your kiss was not the nourishment i crave,
that your touch wasn’t the calm to my soul
That we never made fire,
that these scalding tears were not real
But most of all, i wish you didn’t have to leave me…
I was birthed from pain
Formed in the very depths of the universe.
i laid within her
drinking of her,
nursing at her teat.
i sharpened my spirit for the battle that is this Life,
laying in wait to make it my footstool.
prepared me for the war that lay within your arms
The women before me,
the ones who made a feast of their silence on the daily
bowing at the altar that is their husbands
The ones who pierced the night
beckoning their husbands from the dark,
cleansing their palates from the bitter aftertaste of lust lugged home by their husbands
they live in me
their silence fires my soul
emboldens my passion and stride
strengthening me in hours of doubt..
for them i carry the torch of life
You are too bold, they said.
Do my words sting?
does your blood rise from fury from the flow of truth uncouth?
does my release from years of tormented silence shrivel your manhood?
does the blood coursing from my ripened tongue turn your flesh cold?
as the color gushes forth unbidden from this ocean