Gargoyles guarding
handsomely at your gate,
Halting my way to wait
as I bow my head in fear;
The door of Heaven then
opens like a wondrous parade,
As you see me running
to you like a maddening child.
Soft burning kisses
flame our desired faces,
Icy sticks of fingers
intertwine like tangled leaves;
Great sea of tears
worth of fourteen winters,
Electrify two withered
drums like cannons kissing fireworks.
“My dear”, you say,
“Too long have I slept
in these dark caves of winter.”
“O’ Mama,” I cry,
“Too long have I
trembled in those phantom shadows of despair.”
Fourteen autumns of
agony has buried its seed in my soil,
Into crisps like tiny
dancers’ broken feet of yellow roses;
They licked our Garden
of Eden with sweet sugar venom,
And stabbed my painted childhood
with Cupid’s poisonous dagger.
What have I eaten in
the Devil’s land when you were with God?
Fungi mushrooms for
health and a glass of rotten potion for strength;
Intoxicated, I was
raped by the angelic slaves of Lucifer,
And thus, I vomited with
birth to beauty and rage.
I am awake now from
these soft clouds of resurrection,
Greeting in the light
by a chaste kiss of God’s wrath;
Drowning and choking
into your blanket of vicious love,
Willingly, I am to
greet Death as an old lover.
“My dear,” you say, “Let
us plant our yellow roses
In the Garden of Eden
here, with God’s tears to water it.”
“O’ Mama,” I say, “Let
us lull our garden always with His laughter,
And your carol for this
blessed union.”
A mother’s love to her
daughter is like an ever blending note,
Her voice powering in
an endless changeling lullabies and music,
A mother’s song rules
this land and far beyond,
And thus, my mother
carries my spirit with her serenity.
United at last, we are
home together with God as my father,
And Death prancing
gleefully to greet us again as an old friend.
- a.i.a.
