Antlers in the Dark

Visceral, intimate in the dark. A hand reaching in slow motion like I might miss dust particles as we part in constellations, ripples of our hearts.

So beautifully sculpted, so magically serene. Are you a Greek statue? I make mausoleums out of you.

Whispers in the dark from my angel in the night. Esoteric, erotic, symmetry so right. Each syllable a spell I am under.

“Don’t tear me apart at the seams. Come with me… come with me… Take my hand and you will see… you will see.”

So hypnotic watching me sleep, taking me in. My favorite myth ever told.

I would descend into your darkest rings, float on your appetite and tease at your tendrils. Why ask me to stay when you disappear at day?

Why hold me tight like an intimate prayer, a vow made to life to always find you.

God, my love, you make me reach like stars are diamonds, precious and rare. Earth minerals emerge from my heart to my lips.

Oh my love, the things I long for in your life-giving kiss.

My favorite song I cannot sing. The antlers of the divine.

Oh how I wish to earth heaven hell that you were mine to fate and to time.

Oh my darling…

So visceral in all of your signs.

But I don’t believe anymore. And this is goodbye.

I refuse to be haunted by a shadow I can’t see, a face without a name, just a ghost I’ll never know.

If you’re the darkness, I am the light.

Shadow I don’t play.

I pray let our orbits collide.

I don’t need gravity.

Or let me go.

🫶