What is this bed of shattered light?
That dances on the river bright
Water diamonds pirouette
Reminding us least we forget
That Eros comes through the open eye
That drinks in both truth and lies
That finds itself on the line
That separates hell from the divine
Is this a wayward witch’s chime?
Devotion is the lover’s gift
That gives the gift of deep respect
That wants only a soft subtle sigh
When orchids rot and tears don’t dry
A saint may find a wishing well
And see the serpent face of hell
That glitters on the dark green slime
Leaving teeth marks in the rock sublime
Do all torrid words have to rhyme?
Perhaps I am the dancing water light
Red wine Irish eyes so bright
Or a demon scent straight from the dregs
That captures oblations between her legs
Then punished like Ereshkigal on a peg
But least this not end in fun
A jig fueled by some Cuban rum
So many treasured and trampled paths
That’s lets us adore who laughs last
And find solace in light brown grass.