Oh, Pleiades
The moon rose over
The rice fields
Cast silver beams across our first embrace.
A month slid by.
She turned to shadow, her faceFaded and re-illumined,
Re-turned to fullness
As did I, as did you –
We were always in the right place.
Obscured from each other
By other bodies,
By divine timing;
Limbs kept within a hair’s breath
And our eyes averted
Half-heartedly,
Whole-heartedly denying
The longing, the pining.
Choices and illusions, though.
Shamanic smokes and mirrors.
Decisions made not one at a time
But outside time altogether.
And all of this is unfolding
As perfectly as a flower
At dawn
Who need not decide
Which petal she should first unfurl
Nor which shade colours her vital flesh,
Her vulnerability;
Nor which tendril or tender lip
Should curl to lick
The morning dew
To drink to her own health and
Beauty anew.
Meanwhile, lady Diana
Draws the oceans to her lips
As dance floors heave
And lovers draw
New lovers to their hips
As ash and molten rock
Are spit in rage
Against the sky
In prophetic motions
Towards the coming of
Our darkest night.
There was no before
And there will be no after
But these bodies are
Pulsating, physical matter
In space
In time
And the questions of
Am I his?
Is he mine? –
These are the worries we’re reduced to,
Of the mind, what we’re used to,
But the longing for
Belonging
Ripples
Beneath it all.
And this symbol of
Desire
Points to
The cosmic fire
Of our stellar fall
From home,
The place
Before we were ‘alone’.
The place we forget
When we are born,
And what we get
In human form
Is this desire
That can’t be reasoned
In the libraries of the mind.
The more we feel,
The more we find
The threads of our cosmic origins
Woven into well-told tales
Hanging from rags on thin shoulders
Trailing loose ends ‘round dreary towns
Wrapped ‘round a lovers’ embrace
‘Round the paintbrushes
And the pens
And the voices that sound.
And as you and I wove towards each other
On a dance floor or four
And time slowed so we could see the
Gossamer strings lighter than air,
Golden, spun from a star-spool,
We realized we’d chosen this –
This,
This would be the time and place
When we would meet again.
Though we’d wear
The bodies of strangers
We’d know the face –
I know you like I’ve always known you.
Wearing whatever face you’ve chosen
This time ‘round,
Nothing but a canvas for the soul
To shine through;
I know you like I’ve
Always known you.
We’re cut from the same
Cloth of night sky,
You and I.
Drops of
The elixir of forgetting
Fresh on our lips,
And still,
I know you.
The same space of
Dark light
Vibrating behind the eyes
There’s not a word
We’ve been given
On this planet
That’ll help us realize
And yet,
I know you like I’ve
Always known you.