on the bed of a crystal shell,
poised against feathers & sea life,
thick moss brushed against my teeth,
the clouds of smoke, thick with dew.
I've waited for Mother,
I've waited for Artemis,
I've waited for stone,
your body build like rock
and foam.
Nothing returned,
some skulls, dirt,
ritual blood & soot.
I waited for love,
I waited for you.
(Only love darkens the day,
the love you sent me away to,
on a crystal ship, far far in a dream,
I awakened in a bottle).
Mother send me there,
mother with the blackened lung,
mother of the Queen,
ladened with dark power.
I wished you fare-well,
in dreams we dream of gold,
but you returned, battered,
slight of my amiable pardon.
I saw no treason in the red dress,
in the kiss you imposed on me,
on the life that I mistook,
in the dream that never awoke.
