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

5 comments:

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.