Unbridled

I balanced on a tightrope, in a dream,

a twisted equator circling the circumference of my spherical lexicon.

I toddled on the feet of a child,

stumbled onto the bramble-d thorns of your internecine, your scrawled ancient name.

I fashioned a crown and pierced my heart.

I bled into your water-holed heart, staining it with petrified inked words,

they dried in the breeze of jejune’s first aphids flit.

I carved thrones and kingdoms, fairytales and percolating wishes on bashful winds.

I flew you to this side of heaven bordering the mountainous ridge of hell,

egressing through births contracting canal,

birth owing you nothing but the breath you occluded — the rights of passage.

Your soul lounged upon an empty chair,

sat under the sunscreen slathered moon, the light of a mooned sun.

Your peasant dressed soul tore asunder, dripping into the luted wine goblet of my life.

My soul filled with the mother of god,

vacated a room for your weeping drizzle, ripples newborn on heavens door knock.

I stole ichor from the muse’s crown,

protecting you from harm, willing you to wear the crown — you pillaged it’s hilt.

You rode on tethered winged stallions,

I caressed cruelty calm as he began to trot, but

I could not transfuse you with the blue blood needed to wear the thorn.

I chose to rendezvous in the soulless throne room of a dream.

My lexicon the grafted cummerbund you read on the footpath you dreamed you could ride unbridled.

©️ R Tsambounieri Talarantas. May 16, 2019. All rights reserved.