i. deception somewhere between early august and auburn leaves you took that softly swirling feeling, that succubus whip-lash sting, away from her, away from me ii. monsters there are monsters; the wolf ran you down, little rabbit, as we were running through the forest. i followed blood trails and pieces of fluff from your tail to the shores of our imaginations, now nightmares. the full moon cackles madly at me. iii. the countess some saintly figure, standing solemn in the forest, soft light lighting the lectern from which he reads from a book entitled, “demonology.” iv. air i am near sighted. they told me my night vision was pretty shitty, but with these lenses i would see better. it’s still pretty fucking dark. v. perennial death has forgotten me vi. linen litter i lay here, left along a foxhole in the love-laid laundry you’re leaving. vii. remembrance “And with pursed lip sorcery quell the maelstrom inside your head.” viii. orpheus we laid like lions beneath the breeze, shifting paws and purring yawns, you listened to my love-lyre serenades we soon became rabbits running from wolves; in the furrows of the forest, i lost you, you had sold yourself to the snakes all of you will weep for me i turned hell itself against death, Hades himself wept for me. listen to me now, love, it is time for you to come home but it is here where i walk now, that knowing i will not look back for you cannot be there Hades calls to me, she will not follow why is it my Eurydice, why is it that you have forsaken me? ix. the gravel road “run” x. geis we left, in full flight, our chariots charging across the fields. my foot was pierced-- what brooding this brooch would bring? none for we knew all and nothing my charioteer and i did see along the road, the daughters three, we didn’t know it then; i ate the hound in me i left this life later at the battle. three pointed spears, the king of charioteers, lord of horses, and me only when the raven’s perched you will know i am gone xi. silently/answers the blankets were not enough.. all these sheep, and i have failed as a shepherd. so i will sink back to the bitter weeds from which i came; we will leave the answers untamed. no longer will you bathe in the dim light of my pastel soul, so i will sink back to the bitter weeds i will forever be trapped in the doorway the window sill, the drafty house-- xii. prophecy oh little prince, happy birthday to you xiii. the thirteenth step -- Longing for you and no one else…
