JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
In the early afternoon hours, he treats her like a queen For when people are around, nothing is what it seems. And all the yesterdays have been forgotten Like he's never hit her before, Like she's never screamed out in pain, Never screamed, 'No More!' For when people are around, He's calm, quiet; discreet. No one can see the pain she hides, Behind the fake smile on her cheeks And in the dark hours of the night, When everyone's asleep' She's curled up in a ball on the floor, Her composure she must keep. Gently rocking back and forth- (Her pain is so immense) She knows she has to stop this abuse, (Or he'll hurt her once again.) So she makes a plan to kill him in his sleep- A promise she made to herself, a secret she must keep. She planned it out so perfectly; She set the date and time. Not knowing, that after this, She'd be charged with homicide. She took the gun out form her purse, And crept into their room. 'No second thoughts!' She told herself, She knew what she must do. And when she saw him sound asleep, Old memories came flooding back' -Mistletoe of memory She holds you in her dreams Please claim her heart and soul and mind; For on her journey she will find, A chain of darkness, one by one Until, so sadly, his time is done- She remembered the gentle man she married, many years ago, And as she put the gun to his head, She softly cried out 'No!' The next morning, he found her gun, Which she thought she'd stashed safely away; And as he shot her in her arm, She knew she'd made a horrible mistake He chased her to the stairwell, She knew that he had won. She closed her eyes, let out a sigh; She knew her time was done. And giving into the darkness, A world she calls her own, She heard music playing in the distance, And she finally went back home.
