The Golden Tear

I will bring you a crown of barbed wire,
laurel of art magazines, and throne
of alabaster. I will name you King of
my heart, Queen of my body. I will
bring you olive branches and cocaine.

I will aeroplane to your house,
Rolls Royce to your bed. I will take
your breath and transmute it into
amphetamines. I will toss aside the sun
and carve your face into the sky.

I will baptise you in a sea of honey.
I will turn your words into song, then
assemble a choir of recalcitrant toddlers,
to bawl them for eternity. I will take you by
the hand and lead you into a moonless mansion.

Dark is a sorceress
within mine withered heart
I hold you

beneath these frozen waters
a voided path
where so many times
death has asked me
to forgive

though a true silkie
is kept within salted streams
thawing waves wintered
away our humanness

as we carved
proclaiming deepest
dearest psalms
within his palms
pressed against mine

the hourglass
where time hides
frocked frost
upon a window

lulls lilting heads
as nightshade
roses
in mantic dusk
as skin
we meet again
as snow drops
mark our foreheads

your gaze is kept
held within mine
and your name
on my frost bitten lips

return to me
o apple of mine eyes

white swan
vagabond
poet
Lancelot

Taliesin
Merlin
prince
pauper

one day
we will become
stars incarnated

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