The
Seductress
Come
with me my love, let us huddle in the sand in front of a bonfire drinking red
wine from mouth to mouth, and I’ll show you things you never imagined. I’ll ignite your imagination until it burns
so hot you fear it will consume you. Then
we can run down and play tag with the waves, and lose. You can recite your poetry to me, and I’ll
hear it, I’ll hear it so loudly you’ll be deafened. I’ll crawl into you until your poetry flows
from my lips and you’ll hear it like it’s a novelty. I’ll teach you how to master your hungers,
how to feed yourself so well, that you’ll understand gluttony for the sin it
is. If you hold my hand we can together
become at home with satiation, knowing it isn’t an end of wanting, but the
acceptance of having. Let us talk of God
until the words dry up, and we must resort to sharing visions. I will not give you children or do your
laundry, but I know a salve for soul burn.
You know those days that leave your soul feeling like it’s been gone
over with a wire whisk brush? I’ll be
the one holding the brush, and I’ll caress your hair as I spread the
salve. The only peace you’ll know with
me is the peace of relentlessness. Look
into my eyes, and know I will never relent.
I will strive, and in my striving demand that you expand. I will make all else unbearable, all else
pale, because in my eyes you will see yourself as you must be, as you are. I will not share with you earthly pleasures
gone in a moment, but more, more. I will
open myself to you, and open you, until we are both sure we are turned inside
out. And once inside out our visions
become reality, and the God within us will be set free to roam our world, for
us to gaze upon and hold. When the sun
comes up and the nude strangers run down to the sea I’ll settle down with you
deep in the warmth of our excitement, and fall asleep with visions of all that
is at our fingertips waiting to be touched.
TS