Black Haired Woman Forever

Early poem for a Muse. Note - "Epilim" is an anti-convulsant. - "Lucian" is re: Painter L.Freud.

She is back and wrapped in black
Her long coat train in the frost,
A regal witch atop my world,
Takes a step to part the birds.

The air is diving for asthmatics,
Cool as glass and spearmint.
You are going fading white,
Sending back all the black.

You in bloody streams of Epilim,
With my worries through the day.
In my hole with my dead pals,
With my Dad and sleeping dog.

Now I could loathe and twist a lie
But what would be the use of that?
Here naked in old Lucian’s paint;
How can I make you look at that?

The drop of a star confronting me;
The black now ripped and torn,
The bubble of spit that parts the lips,
Dribbles down unto the hips.

And yet it is nothing more than usual,
An ever failing morning prayer,
Marked in the books that we could share-
“Hello,Good Morning and Hi”