!DARK LOVE

I see her first darkly
through skein-nets of trees, she is
a brilliant flash of white

pensive and private, she broods

in the woods the darkling
woods
thinking of the dark
the dark demon of the night

how he comes to her

with dark-bright featherwings
to enfold and restrain
to capture and possess, how she
writhes,

moans and cries out……..wakes in the morning

to an empty bed, how he

haunts her heart spaces
through the sun-filled hours
with his dark hope……..with his
demon grasp

but then . . . .

she sits in a sunny place till her perfect lover comes
to sit quietly with her
and does not touch her
nor writhe nor moan with her

nor delight her body but

sits and says nothing
while her dark bird hovers……..

unseen

yet bright-dark in the world

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