Blood, wine, and Hope

Blood and wine

intertwined 

as broken hearts

mended in the midst

of hurricane season.

My body possessed and murky.

I surrendered my

shadowy light

to the new Aeon,

and coughed up

the rest to the end of the world

monster and mania,

that swept over

rough surfaces like

bare feet pacing through

glass fragments

and the nasty scent of

chemotherapy.

I missed rough sex

at six in the morning,

handprints on

freshly bleached white walls,

sultry syrup and juicy

awakenings,

long deep sighs lingered

and transformed,

ever so delicately,

into moans that

called the moon down

to join us high with pleasure

in the early daylight.

And Fuck it,

the sex was just that delicious

that I could’ve

written,

slurred ravenous nuanced

syllables together

to try to explain the

drug of your sexuality

in my pumping veins,

but I decided to

take hold of my tongues tight

and run away with

your cum still dripping

from my bleeding feet.

Then the Memphis bound

tornado hit

and the land-scaped,

skewed and fretted,

pacing and twitching

with tears dancing

down cheeks in hospital

bathrooms,

IV drips make me sick

and hell waited for us

outside the stain-glass window.

Cancer will drive us all mad,

make no questions, or answers, statements,

concerns, gestures, rolling of eyes, vibrations,

stanzas long enough, harpists, drugists, singers of great odes,

witch doctors, schizophrenics, seers, believers, hopers, dreamers, makers

of wishes, witches, vagrants, flagrants, bleeding hearts,

vampires licking their wounds, angel light flooded with toxins,

freelance writers, smiles in the midst of great pain and grief.

I wept while dancing

and felt free

for the first time in

a month.

Nothing is quite as it seems,

especially me,

Ive found,

the raven sings its

sullen lullabye

in my nightmares

and then in my waking visions

I saw sweet spirit gatherings,

Healing hands,

Soft touches,

and great laughters

even in the midst

of the darkness to come.