An Echo in the Chambers of My Heart: II: Ambivalence/Anticipation
Final draft of Part I, from last week, was completed on 8/8/2015; final draft of Part II was touched up last on 7/25/2015
I completely forgot to put the photo into the original post and am cursing myself. So wends the world away.
I had a dream as dense as any flame:
Last night, you visited—and all your clothes were tears
And every tear was yours and in your weeping you had purified
Your every grieving’s jewel… and your self.
I had not thought of you to my chagrin in months;
But there you were before my dreaming’s eyes—
Like all my old desires and demands
Come back to harrow, haunt, and reave whatever heart remains.
Where you had been frail long ago (and where I had been brittle-blunt; and am),
You were supple, lithe, and firm, as though you had been healed in a way
Much more profound and awful than my heart has ever had the courage to desire.
In the dream, you came to me in love that I could not reciprocate or hold—
And being held by nothing but those eyes
Roused such a terror in my limbs and chest, I thought that I must surely shatter.
I awoke relieved and shimmering
As I once did when I was young
And roused from nightmare by the mother’s hand.
What shall emerge next Friday from out the Brass Bull’s fluted lips? One sure way to find out promptly: