by the porcupine
the cub who waded too far
after the salmon
are the curiosities that
gifted the cat her nine lives
a sponge, she absorbes her work
one only sees scribbles
look closer and see a young artist
emerge from an adult woman
long, amber and silver hair floats
in the sea of creativity
she hums an original tune
the strokes paint her personality;
gentle, concetrated and firm
to some she is just another mother
a middle-aged woman
a fellow college studen
to me she is a miracle
an illustration of
determination, carefulness and gratefulness;
a result of the mother artist's hands
giver of life
a divine gift of love
the meadow was full of muck
snow had fallen hours before
only slush remained on the land's floor
my feet wet and my nose raw
i felt an unfamiliar mass and saw
as i looked down to the lump,
a young rabbit attacked in the rump
the blood warm and fresh
i choked and ran, ran home in the slush.
dreams are the key to opening this door
reality is what is left behind when this door is closed
and trauma is what seals it.
but healing is hte magic that shatters the seal
and harmony allows enhancement on both sides of the door
lick snowflakes from his cheeks
blood of humanity passes around
drink of ancient memories and lost desires
naked and old, the body rises
watch in wonder as the sack of skin
spins and spins ... then drops
cold to the soil
reach out to his hands of pain
nothing is left but the scent of love
saturated with tears, i rise
laughing, she is a sound of heavy abolition
i rise to meet her decietful gaze
will i kill or caress?
under wrath one last breath escapes
eyes of warlocks explode upon my neck
tear her gown and rip apart her body
watch the warm blood flow
feed the cold earth
soak into unseen creatures of the fire
lean over her body, extend thy tongue
drink of a sorceress' magic
supernaturally common, coldly burning
explode and become one
i am found lingering
demanding
as eternal fumes consumes all
as they sacrifice the deer
the leader, handsome and curious
rises above and chants to the gods
his black eyes flicker toward her
eye contact is brief and she flees
full of grace he opens the door
she ducks under her arm, blushing
their eyes meet again
as the spirit hightens
she lowers her eyes and rushes by
his eyes follow the lithe body
he whispers in a husky voice for her
her breath is caught in his
and he moves closer
niether has gone a moment
without thinking of the other
passion and heat mix
he succumbs and melts to her
her sharp teeth sink in his flesh
licking the red juice
she leaves him to fade
with a smile on her lips