Orpheus and Eurydice
On the way home, vast kingdoms’ silences.
dim light from the lakes below. A deal made
with bare hands and no fabric.
steep stairs, in grief and in wild hope
suddenly, a madness –
Forgetful, yielding in his will, looked back
At his own Eurydice
Darkness falls on my swimming eyes
In a dawn, in a circle. To wake alone among the trees
leafy arrays, Elsewhere.)
Aloof and uncomsumed.
Recollections bleed between the coils in a brain
into the heart
and pumped throughout –
cries fall the distance to the underworld, tail off among the grazing
these hands, these helpless hands! to stand, to run, to fall, as she did, to turn with
every electrical im pulse in case –
standing sweating electrons racing
not/acceptable unable/to accept un/acceptable un/understandable
un/surpassable un/able to overcome im/pass/ible
Does death negate a pact made.
Stretching wills repudiated in an outage at the source. Intertwined like shoelaces
lovers hope to become the one string.
un/able to rest rest
In a moment of rest there is a choice. To shout raw in ruptures. Panting seizure
Noon, under hot circles
Slipping from her side the companion in action and reaction
What was briefly whole.
through to the soft tissue.
A mind imploring,
The ink now soaking
A body imploding
noticing even as it slows
A murmur. whispering shades of unconscious. believing new formations. floating
inside a bone bowl. hearing him call
in surprise in question in fear in dispossession
Eurydice, in the grass, in a cheerless state.
Eyes retreated skirt hiked lungs shuddering groans
Was she worthless as Orpheus lifted her to his shoulders, a loose bag of declining
In steps, in markers of time and pace, he ran.
Under his hands she slipped, heavy.
Boat touches against the black sands. Inside a cathedral cave,
dimness from a distance
Charon will wait for her to step on
Laying under shades
and dwelling in the lungs with ev ery suffor ing breath
Tendrils occupy the bronchioles
restricting mindpath to circuits
Do you have any idea of the intimacy, to accept a moment given, not depending on
narrative to bless the actions?
Each one, each breath. The little hairs on her forearms. The dimples in the slight of
Humility, lying with his phallus upturned, gently watching her question
The lightness, the absolution.
Dealing in movements that send ripples out to the shores.
Gage the courage to re collect
For this, in part, Orpheus wept.
Era of questions.
Calls out. Calls with no leading needs.
One star in the black fabric.
Birds peat and repeat.
Is love to forge an unconscious wand
between each, oscillating with their migration,
with their alteration?
To live to love another or should I learn to live alone