Don’t Stray From The Path, Even For Flowers

There’s a path

With the greatest attraction,

Lying just beyond

The river’s bend.

Go out

Get the shiny side

Go find the legends

And bring them back.

Don’t turn from that path,

I lay on the other side

And my fruit

Is your poison.

My flux

Is far too wild,

Far too needy

And uncontrolled

To be yours.

You are Atlas, with burden unlifted

And your skin glitters.

I am Asphodel

Scratching a silent rumor

Down the shape

Of her wrist,

Where the blood flows thickest.

I am Diana

Wrenched from the silence

And the shelter

Into the black abyss.

Do not coax the syllables of my name

Onto your tongue,

You will find them foreign.

I am angry,

Ambitious in passion

But dark

In my ruins

And my victories.

I am too high

Too low

Too far to one side

For you.

Go find the one

Who wants to be loved

Endless and eternal

As a bridge.

Go find the child of your dreams:

The scented flesh of such sweet ardor

Is often abandoned

For the momentary thrill

Of a wave…

A dark flower…

Edible

but ruinous.