Sunday, August 14, 2011

Mage fire

You drew sacred fire
from that place deep inside me
where I thought I had it well
enough hidden, tamped
down to conceal treacherous smoke.

Now I howl for you,
chase you, hunt you down to find
more of that same magic,
magic that feeds deep hungers
that I had thought gone.

Rachel Westfall
August 12, 2011


christopher said...

Farewell And What Happened Then

You said you would go
for good early tomorrow
which drove me down, down
and tore a red hole
in me no matter my vow
to hold civilized
before you, take it
in quiet. I could not hold still.
The roar of this pain
came out of my weird
like no howling I have known,
ripping free from me
to stare right at you.

AUGUST 12, 2011 10:45 PM

RachelW said...

This is glorious, Christopher. I feel like I can't do it justice right now.

christopher said...

Unfortunately I am mainly reporting an incident that happened in 2001 or perhaps very late in 2000.

RachelW said...

The pain still sounds fresh. I suppose it sometimes comes back, like that. That kind of pain is one of my greatest fears.

christopher said...

I have been reconciled to that pain for years. Not long after, in the same year I had moved on to another lover. You are right though. Along with certain of the joys and also other instances of pain, that particular time is imprinted in my soul.