I awoke to the sound of cold rain,
Rivulets of ice streaking my flesh.
Awash in the mud and the serpents,
I stared at Her bloodless façade.
The allotment of God had gone out
And we were free of all the sameness.
I touched Her, trailing ribbons of pain
So She awoke in the bleak light and wetness,
Chunks of gray sky caught on Her lashes.
Broken breaths snagging my lungs in sharp hooks,
I poured forth my Poison out into dirt.
The madness still claimed us
However, the fever was new.
A blistering swelter of pain deep inside
A longing for sundering, for demise
And perhaps a soft rebirth
Held at the end of this living tunnel
That She opened for me with sharp nails.
So much strength now that day is here again,
So simple to push myself up from the river
And gather thick ropes of sun in my hands.
Together, we stood, clothed in thick earth,
Then went walking through fields, content.
The welts on my back burned with disease
Thick stringy lines She had placed
Amidst the tangles of my flesh.
She licked them now,
As we stood beneath a quiet tree,
Setting me to twitching as She jerked my strings.
After that, there came the well,
Cool, silent, dark, deep, complete,
Full of mindless black water to heal our Dreams.
Also, the Graveyard where She kept the Dead,
A bone yard charnel house where we laid.
Finally, the City, our sweet home again,
And Her doorstep, we sat on
Breaking open the seams of malice
Laced between silken sheets of innocence.
So hard sometimes to carry on
The beast, it waits in eaves and corners
Together, we fought against permanent chill
Sleazy lamplight compounded could save us
Like a chiseled look from a gentleman
Set against eight knives of cold steel onrushing.
But we were as one now and nothing could tear us
From the way we entwined ourselves throughout spaces
That seeped from between our beating Hearts.