Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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.
Talk to me, farm boy.
Tell me of your intentions.
Will you love the girl?
Will you scar her,
playing at love only to entice?
Talk to me of your secrets,
parts less shiny.
Is the trust on your face
merely tarnish?
The girl has been lied to before.
Tell me, do you dance?
Can you carry conversation?
Will you hold the girl
in times of need?
Talk to me.
This is no ordinary girl.
Her powers lie
beyond your imagine.
Lead her to worries,
she will drink.
The girl is fruitful,
her heartland rich.
Will you stick around
for the harvest?
Talk to me.
Farm boy, tell me,
are you true?
Sultry tones summon,
defining me, clawed
and bleeding with passion,
two of the same deceit.
The lines between beast
and savior blur.
And you ask,
Do you love me?
And I say,
I’ve never loved anything else.
Pain moves in
where love once lived.
Love packs a duffle
and drives away
in a blue van.
Music pricked his ears,
pouring straight
into his soul,
transforming him
into a creature,
wind in his fur,
flies in his teeth,
lifted from love’s arms,
its primitive heart
barely beating.
By candlelight
I carve out a life alone,
convinced
that I’m unlovable.
Insecurities, like bees,
pollinate fear
into brilliant blossoms.
I fall hard.
I fall deep,
red and black
and bleeding.
Lifted into flight,
beauty
frightened by love.
Men are beasts.
Even the good ones
betray.
get away from me
He got mean
and you
loved him still.
Happens all the time.
he’s not
always like this.
Afterwards
he won’t remember.
blueberry kisses
and he’ll protect you.
You watch him sleep
in beastly shivers,
waiting
for the savage
to call your name.
Lurking in the shadows,
the creature in you haunts me.
Running on instinct,
the moon guards my passion.
Drawn by the tides,
two dark sides meet,
the animal becoming
less frightening in the light.
Love reeks
of all things dank and dangerous.
I must let go,
take a chance on being bitten.