"In Praise of the Double Flame" There comes the ticking it is not a clock there comes the beak of pernicious violence pecking out a metered seduction, playing tune to a body barely old enough to dance. I call to witches and wizards bottles of pills, green, red, blue full of sleep and anger, a vicious cure for the stammering child here at my side. She lies bathed in the sweat of her own muted silence, one foot askew battering at her brains strange rhythym. This child of azure eyes, chaste and proud stammers at the noise in her mind to stop. I cry. Falling down between the cracks of vicious lies, I stumble into them one by one, listening, believing. Wiithout hope I glance over to see beauty, a distorted broken puppet on a threadbare string. And I know. Without misgiving I can hand her over to nights of dreams and abandonment. I am Mother, watchman on death guard of shallow breath. A thin vapor of ragged concern calls to me. I mould around her, a slumbering wax statue. I take her back inside me. My love is a thick cocoon. My love for her an insulation designed to withstand the fragile tremors of her day, her disparaging mobility. I fear. Safe inside my blood red womb, she calls to me, Come mother, please, and hold me here inside out chariot of warm dreams." No longer awash in icy mortal sweat, I unfold her rickety limbs one by one stretching the boundaries of my soft pliant inside. We wait there together for Orpheus sad descending lyre. I scream. I sing hymn to her in blackened street. Rustling in robe of finite mortality, we engage in her bodys strange procession. Piranhas swimming in tall cathedrals wait for her. I say Here is your burnt offering." God says, I crush your bones. Returning home to marry the first of her days, I wait. Shadowed in white we remain, pleading for the threadbare linen of love to bind our laden hearts. She comes to me once again, no longer chained by restless hours of her most anxious desire. Syyd Raven

Syyd... This is absolutely breathtaking. I just read it for the third time and it justs keeps getting deeper. I only wish I could hear you read this as it is meant to be heard. Thanks for sharing :)

I feel this because of what I know of you--and the strength and power of it pull me in.

I agree alpha, If I only could hear your voice... Silent, deep whisper in dark night, in candlelight. closes his eyes - dreams -N

Wow, Syyd. Like Alpha said, it gets deeper and deeper. Great stuff! Thanks for sharing. :)