Love Talk.

[Guest guest]

This love talk,

is a gorgeous butterfly in my heart

that I can’t hold on to.

It jumps into my mouth

and colors words with fiery wings.

 

I am drinking this wine

as if it were the last bottle in the world,

and the vineyards had turned to dust.

I cannot savor it,

it must pass through I and you

and be fermented elsewhere.

The Beloved is drinking to,

and needs our souls for distillation.

 

I am a skull and a hank of hair

babbling about the ocean.

Please don’t look at this form,

that arrives as a man.

I am a part of a Goddess

that hunts us down one by one

to be Her skin for a moment.

 

This fairground attraction of flesh

is really a pet dragon

that you bought to slay yourself.

Keep feeding bits of me to it,

and I will keep it hungry for you.

This is our covenant in the world.

To marry in the dragon

until it disappears like a butterfly

in our Word.

 

love

 

eric

 

 

 

Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.