1 Muluc
Red
Magnetic Moon
I have lain with you
And qualify therefore, like Orpheus
To visit you in the Land of Death –
Your battered Defenses protect you still –
Hiding Grief and unbearable Pain
As you transform in a Cradle of Grace
I have can cover you like an Angel
With Love and Wisdom
Your Wings are mere buds on your Spine –
Made supple by stretching and shivering
Like the hibernating Arctic Fox
In the winter of your Death
You reached for me, your Eskimo –
I dragged your screaming psyche
Into another Place, a warmer Space where
You might breathe again
I bear the ecstasy of the Mysteries
Borne on the back of Agony –
The Price of Initiation.
©Kleomichele
Leeds
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