come to me
i am on my knees
lead me to the vine
take me to your ivy palace
where the water tastes like wine
in ecstasy
i shriek in pain
i writhe as i call out your name
such a fine thread there is
twixt ecstasy and this
no matter that you rip my flesh
your face doth give me bliss
wipe your lips
wet your hair
fall upon me through the air
i remember ariadne
and her childless death
ripped of immortality
by you, who sped her breath
i know i'll always mortal be
but let your horror set me free
i feel the light
see only dark
the heat will burn my ice
i long for one rebirth from you
the god who was born thrice
let them tear me and devour
only give me one last hour
you will be flesh to my bone
i become flower to thy rod
i wrap myself about your limbs
and beg for you to be my god
the only favor i shall ask of thee
is to bear the child you will take from me
i shall, suppliant
descend to fire below
with your face burned into my heart
but first you must come
take me down
and then the submission start
and as i drown
upon the shore
i shall sing your praise
forevermore
i found a personal treasure yesterday morning. my first two plays, my first screen play, a book report from when i was joshua's age. every big paper i wrote from the time i was ian's age through college. from erotica to literary analysis. editorials on marketing, pop psychology, drug testing, pre-marital sex and sexual fidelity.... mostly handwritten on pages 19 - 25 years old, considered to be lost in a move a decade ago. my first poetry from the early 80's. and the above from 1989.
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