betrayal
A cool spring night and you run to your loverrun quick to your star-crossed lover, the night is young and full of promise
stealthy and quiet, across moon dappled lawns, dark hedges
she'll be waiting
heart lightly racing in your chest
feet bare in the dew whetted grass and crushed clover,
downy lanes and vaulting fences;
the fragrant bushes, new mowed lawns, scented blossoms
thoughts of her perfumed down-filled covers
limbs intertwining, thoughts
In the light beneath her window; you can smell her, music, catch your breath,
Beneath her window you catch your breath, waiting, savoring, anticipating
And you listen
Within there's the sound of another, of another
and you listen
The nights been shattered into ten thousand stars,
slender shards that rain frozen upon the ground,
The night has fallen from the sky
And lies broken all around
Listen now to your constant lover;
recall the promises of how there would be no other;
Listen, and the light from the window falls upon your blackened face,
The new moon's shadows writhe upon your face
Run now, through moldering leaves crushed underfoot,
through tangling roots that trip you
through thorns and branches that whip you
through dark mazes and alleyways,
run through frost crackled streets and bitter alleyways
don't be discovered...
Tangent. One of the many hydra's severed in Chalk Circle, and still the poem plagues me.