Back to Life

When it was I accepted the scant 
Comfort of ghosts I am not certain - 
Fugitive flickers in the moist coils of 
Brain, gut and pumping muscle chambers. 

Somewhere the electric imprint of your
Promise
Got hijacked in the grey naysayer’s steady
Litany of bodily numbing down.

Ambiguous comfort replacing spring-
Heeled riskiness – a bargain whose cost
Lies deep below the surface of its tawdry 
Glamour.

Luckily, life taught me negotiation.
For the promise of largesse, I step from safe habitation into
                           The body
                            The sweet carnal

Actaeon (draft)

I went out looking for you every night
Caught glimpses of you in bars and on the street
My hooves grew shaggy from my lust
I lost your song during the search for meat

The hounds of lust turned on me 
And hunted me down through my days
A fever soaked hallucinating dirge
Replaced rest and your gentle bays

I ran through undergrowth of thick longing
Pursued by panting jaws
Eventually I turned to face myself
Reaching my escape route’s final door

The rending came as a sweet relief
A freeing of myself from warped belief