love's purple cyclone

love’s purple cyclone
with its whirling
trimmed my tattered edges
smooth and even
as i relinquished
an imagined joy
through the stain worn patches
of my hiccupping heart

wing-torn and bent-winged fairies
blown wide
from the ancient oaks
fluttered and died
in the clearing mist

sweet and meaningless
the drivel dripped
wailing in the darkness
of the morning’s ash

desire purred and clicked
like a raptor in the meadow

i stopped
let it go
let it roll by
as i reclined
at the bottom of
a bottomless crevasse
sipping tea

and as i searched
for my reflection
in the inky cup
i was blinded
by the stars
in the muck