The dark love of the incubus is challenged by another force. But which is good and which is evil?
The Sun Shone on closed petals of
the Ice Plants as I poured my love on you;
but your body was claimed by the sacrament
and only in the dark hours could you open
and only in forsaken places seek
a jealous lover who hides his face
and caresses you with hard fingers as
he commands you shun the light.
The summer sun falls from the sky,
your moon - pale lover watches
and weaves his ornate rituals
while the pretty ice plants die.
But warmth protects you,
a defiant light breaks thedarkness
and my ancient gods rise up to touch
the seeds that fell in the place
where I once made your flowers bloom.
But warmth
protects you, a defiant light breaks the
darkness and my ancient gods rise up
to touch the seeds that fell in the place
where I once made your flowers bloom
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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Ann rice would love this
I do!
But warmth
protects you, a defiant light breaks the
darkness and my ancient gods rise up
to touch the seeds that fell in the place
where I once made your flowers bloom
Be well,
Michael