Eros hung from the true cross half-blinded
“Bring sweet-breads and water,” he plied.
In my dream-vigil
cranes carried love to his lips-
and soft, like an angel, he sighed.
Mice bore down on Love’s bindings,
he gave me his Harlequin mask,
we played charades under the moonlight
letting the small hours pass.
Dawn left trails of linen across the sky
feathered in angel down, I glanced
off rain drops that mirrored a thousand seas
In their multitude I saw the face
of every desire Man had dreamed
all coalesced in iced clarity,
I searched for a shard of my own
The skies set fire, and the plains of
shattered glass cut deep
into my feet
It took a moment to fall
eternity to reach
and now, I am stuck
The poison-maker lowers draughts into bubbling blue,
inky black like the dead men’s coves in Styx’s sea,
his hair coils like Dionysos in locks braided with secrets
I have in my hands a string of bloody teeth.
Gums bleeding, I surrender to Python’s bite-
Raven rises from the bubbling concoction
foul-winged and downy-chested with rain
acid drips on the horizon.
I am lost in the Dreaming.
ate my heart.
We dance in ash and madmen
skin charred, I roast for the king.