Lamenting Daffodils
And painting vines of black
Dolores had it right
When she said,
“I can’t sleep here.”
And then She hears that
Black Celebration
“I want to take you in my arms
Forgetting all
I couldn’t do today”
Her heart hurts
Because She knows
Someone else is in control
These words dance
In her mind
Like bodies
In a fancy masquerade
The dresses dusting the floor
Of memories and tears
Moving slowly
Together and apart
Nothing untouched
No corner ignored
She breathes in
And lets go
Wishing you were here
Anyway
The sun and moon
Are both envious
And pale
Unable to sustain
Unable to grow
She pins them back
Upon the black
Of the sky
Knowing the element
Knowing what is needed
Inside
And it isn’t this
But it still means ...
Something
Paint smears
On her elbows
Like a Rorschach test
Lips twisted
Taunting to say,
“It isn’t for you.
It never was.”
It never was
Itneverwas
Could be the name
Of a place in a book
Of broken hearts
And thirsty souls
A race of beasts
The neverfed
Would sit with hollow eyes
Always wanting
Drained of passion
Abandoned
No muse in sight
She knows better
She only sleeps
Under a blanket
Of moss and earth
Waiting to be
Set on fire
