(Note: First, I apologize for being late again; work got in the way yesterday. Second, no I’m not really in that kind of mood – these are older poems that just kind of feel right for today.
Ladies – these are both experiments in working with the female voice… I’m interested to know how you think they worked!)
Tonight I miss your terrible, clawed hunger,
hot breath, warm fur on vulnerable skin…
I wonder, did they believe us to be chaste –
The sisters who wailed and wept to see me go,
The father who allowed my sacrifice?
Could they imagine how you pressed your suit,
Or how at last I, willingly by force,
Gave to your entreaties my rough consent
Out on the moonlit grass?
How beast without was met by beast within?
That awful, blessed longing that you taught
That must be sated now with memories…
For as in transformation much was gained,
So too was much inevitably lost; I know
That when I feel the blood-red passion rise,
It must forever feed on lesser meat.
I love my prince – but Oh!
I miss my Beast.
Communion (a fragment)
Kneeling on the altar
Waiting for a sign,
A thousand generations
Gathered in the shadows
To witness our communion.
This body and this blood
I give to thee –
Take it in remembrance
Of all who knelt before.
Fold thy wings about me,
Make my flesh the altar
For this virgin sacrifice.
PS – I just came across a great philosophy resource – a large online collection of philosophy texts in English translation, courtesy of one Dave McKay. Check it out!