(2014)
A bottle of harsh red Bridged another passage Between two vacant days Memories rose and fell With every guilty sip
I’m rice-paper Before a rainstorm Meadow blessed Beauty bound But time tied
Tainted hands covering his face Asterion the monster Captive of the labyrinth Mourned the bloody tribute Devastated at his feet
Just before waking A woman in black Gently took my hand In a kindly way As I crossed a road
The sanctuary of His morning ritual Was breached by a panic A terror of not knowing A faulty neural pathway
That enforced embrace Drew us together Her pale arms folding Around my neck I close-cradled her
With pious intent She sought the penance Confession could grant Her sins for sackcloth Seemed a fair exchange