(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
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
Tainted hands covering his face Asterion the monster Captive of the labyrinth Mourned the bloody tribute Devastated at his feet