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.
Man is no more than
shadows
upon the surface,
washed away
with the slightest
tilt of Earth,
false prophets
flashing by
one by one
by one.
Without danger,
Man becomes
just man,
weak,
frightened,
dangling from the edge.
His power reverts
to pimples
and insecurities,
leaving emptiness
for all those who
loved Him.
No prince to the rescue.
Only shadows.
In your house
I find
comfortable chairs,
banquet tables,
family.
In mine
empty rooms,
dark corridors,
and desperate
hunger.
Bleeding,
on sheets
so clean
I smell the rain.
Barefoot,
at the picnic
even the serpent
is happy to see me.
Beckoned
by your smile,
flowers spill
across my skirt.
Buoyed
by your memory,
I float
upon the surface.
I am pieces
of many things –
metal
and heat,
flesh
and dandelions,
a potion of breath
and diversity.
In grief I swelter,
sorting through lies,
confusing evil with disguise.
Parental love
imprisons, protects.
I am released
only in death,
holding tight to the silk
from your hair.
My only truth.
I fight with you.
I lay with you
in my arms.
Betrayal runs
thick through
my memory.
I half expect you
to be gone
or altered
come morning,
but you awake
with smiles
and vitamins,
the secrets
between us
invisible.
Late night friendship
undefined,
wind blown,
hands entwined.
Cast a spell,
start out slow.
Altered reflection,
secrets explode.
Delicate magic,
soft eyes closed.
Red petals plucked
from a single rose.
Man is made of blood, a child merely bones.
If the earth shakes beneath us, do we feel less alone?
Doomed is our connection, tired of fighting in the dark.
Protect my heart from bleeding, always falling apart.
Though on fire when I’m with you, I must send you away,
throw myself upon your sword. Love hurts, as they say.
My coat, it is the color of my oft broken heart,
bleeding secrets between us, always falling apart.