Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
In my lavender sweater,
I pirouette,
feeling weary,
seeking comfort
on your pillow.
Tarot cards, dance with me,
grant me kisses when I’m scared.
In my white sweater,
I pace
beneath the full moon,
finding you again
after many lifetimes.
Tarot cards, tell me tales
l can’t remember.
In my darkest gown,
I fall,
seeking strength
in sorrow,
enough to rise again.
Had I known
love would turn ugly,
I nevertheless
would
have eaten you
whole
and enjoyed every
bite.
My knight arrives
in unexpected garb,
but
I know him.
One kiss
in the slanted
evening light
and a beast
awakens.
I scream.
’Twas only shadows
stirring memories,
making me hungry
for the past.
Celtic angel,
your love
leaves gaping
wounds,
temptations.
If love is true,
look upon
my face and
know my secrets.
I bow before you,
offer my life,
then walk away,
remembering.