Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Isolated,
he won’t stray far
from the girl.
Her past is dark
and bares
its teeth.
Lost love
distractions
scatter like
seeds. His
soul cast aside
for one moment
of happiness.
She,
something soft,
something shared,
white sweater and curls.
The past,
a tough adversary,
turns on a heel,
walks away
again.
This time,
as it should be.
Back,
like I always knew
you would be,
like I never thought
I’d see.
My heart,
beaten and bloody,
is wrapped now
in softness,
caressed by curves,
held gently
by healing hands.
I have rested here,
another ear
leaning close,
another mouth
whispering.
A moment exists
where we will
always be together.
But we can’t
linger.
Wrapped in blond,
there is new light
and, in darkness,
there is love.
Lost in body,
love’s chains tie us down.
Lost in flesh,
bone-chilling frosts blanket the world.
Lost in desire,
sins are strangled, begging for one more breath.
Lost in love,
crawling on our bellies, we claw our way to the light.