Thirst

Thirst

Steering now right now left
Away from centre
Veering from truth
Lies are more revealing
They show the self's distortions
The crooked handle on
Shepherd's staff
The turn of the
Serpent.

Getting a glimpse so startling
Oh cover my head...scanty scarf
Draw me into your shady soliloquy....
Gathering ourselves.

I have found a frame
So whimsically wanton
Cold graven carvings rigid
Comforting contorting
Praying it will fit...

For I'm as such a veiled woman
This face reveals
An essential cover up...
Masked and locked in earlier
Than I can
Remember.

My strength fails belief ebbs
Fimsy sienna scarf of solitude
may not
Protect...

Moisture clings  obscures vision.

Let this leaky vessel fill up
With salt waters
Neither permitting myself to sip
Or to bail out...

Turning eyes scabbed with tears to the stars
So blind
That they float ethereal on waters of my mind
As flowers....they
Stab me.

Lit up scars of longing sway
My boat tilts to tip me out
In too deep
Waters.

Who wrote my name
Upon his lips
Like manna
Sang sweet praise
Soft hosannas?

Doesn't he know I sleep
With the svelte devil
Softly whispering
My embrace
Vice like grip
upon sweet evil...?

Alas
Wondrous western heart
Eastern enigmatic soul
If you could feel
For yourself,
This instant
You would stop
Rowing the boat of betrayal
Swim to shores
Or
Die trying...

Salt water invades throat nostrils
Thrust like blades of rust
In my thirsty charcoal heart
Perforated
Feverish, fallen frivolous to live
I permit myself
A sip.

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