Τђє Stranger

2012 Τђє Stranger is the archetype that drove my addiction to sex Image: Collage by Carlton Carr

I was seventeen
when first I saw The Stranger
a shadowy figure in a dream
a dark and dangerous enslaver
I strained to see him clearly
but his features were obscured
by a mist that became entangled
in the moon's dim light
in the self conscious dancing of the night

I've seen him in the flesh since then
on beaches and in parks
in parked cars and darkened bars
and in my dreams he still appears
and from his eyes spring shooting stars
that drown among the tattoos on his arms
and from his mouth snakes slither
and hiss and kiss my mouth
and lick my scars

Enticing me closer
to the death he holds
within his wounded hands
and from his arms unfold
bouquets of tears
and from his wounded feet arise
the fallen stars
of all the years
and the silent explanation
of my hidden fears

Reviews

[Michael Oliver]

love tfhe subtle interplay of the anima, the lover, and death - it is a bit like a manifesto of a psyche - you dig deep and dredge into the turmoil of your core. Then decorate with delicate similes and metaphor .Delicate powerful.