The Wild Honey And The Nectar~

Ida walked through the ferns of Hindi Calligraphy

she reached her arms of evergreen into the fire heat of waters pleating  my goldilocks

lifted me into the forest of her rib cage, the banquet of her emerald eyes;

she said,

 “It would seem you’ve been helplessly awake through a lifetime of dreams

 walking like a shadow moon through nights laden with uncertain mysteries.”

She unwound the lilies from her apple blossom hair to bind my dark compulsions

gave me to a tiny demon with wings to kiss the ruby inlets closed at my wrists

fed me to dew and tossed me upward to fly on an angel's breath

 

I came down into a bramble to tumble through weeds across desert roads

an unstable dust child

a sun~kissed timber girl all dry and gold

to fall apart out of the sand against the cheek of a gecko

at the feet of Set ;

“What on earth are you doing in Arizona?”  I marveled against the corona of sun eclipsed

in his exquisitely chaotic folds

and he laughed

the mesas cracked open like eggs to hurl the planets back into the sky

“A desert is a desert.” He said and fell out of his anthropomorphized aspect

onto the paws of the coyote

ran into the chaos of his delight

laughing

 

Charybdis unsealed the dry world and spread the blue oceans of her hair across the old craters

older miracles waiting for a woman to quench their eternal thirst

she pulled me into the pool of her aquamarine mouth

danced me across a  nightmare web, a dream thread

saying;

“Along the lengthy roads they’ve  bowed the mother's back.”

Her words were glittering, tiny fish flexing their bodies through my temples with a flick of jeweled tails

she uncurled her wave of tongue

so I could have my reflection back for the moment

and cry my honey tears into the dawn

 

 

Nanshe came with her father, Enki

to pull me from the fountain where mortals drown inside the rivers of their own prophetic turmoils

to walk me through the dazzle of a Saturday purring through a Manhattan night

“She has lain naked here and unafraid,.” Nanshe pointed her ruby claw toward the alley

where memories danced like shadows in the brick screen

men with fine shoes splashing  through pools of blood

 “And clothed and terrified, there.” Enki looked up with his white eyes at the building

on the corner of 4^th and Astor

“You must stop eating the future off our loom with such abandon.” Nanshe admonished

“It will eventually turn you inside out into a thing with slitted pupils and intellectual claws when it is not your place to shred the world, but ours.”

and they placed me inside a nightclub with an open dome inviting stars in with the city lights

I felt the bodies

the perfume and alcohol like coils of alluring serpents around my waist

pondering with such intensity that thoughts turned on themselves

and became nothing at all

 

Quain yin blossomed out of the mist of my cerebral meanderings to take me from a man’s rib curled against my back

she enfolded my trembling aspect into her mudra until I was a lotus piece of her meditation

whispering,

“You have walked too long the  violent lives with odd spirits

believing you could turn the blood on their fist into nectar

but you are wrong, and your bird bones have turned brittle with too much trying. It is time to stop trying.”

and she pulled the needle from the bend of my arm and tattooed it with cherry blossoms

and butterflies

 

Parvati pulled herself out of a golden edge of butterfly wing against my shoulder

landed in the space between my breasts

a sphere of light

she said,

“I can tell you as the day is long that you must love the you before you can love the them and the us

but you are who you are and you will continue

to drink out of the world's rushing heart wild honey

sip dew off a butterfly's gold and vermillion wings

as she lies dreaming nectar dreams on the edge of a tulip

shivering beneath your lips

and you will walk the moon soul and the body sun

because  your crying is the crying of a delicate terror child

your laughter wild, caught as it is in the metal world

and you will wander and lose your way many times before you find that inside you is the bliss

not inside wispy ghost women yet to be you.”

and she pushed her love between my ribs

leaving me heavy with wild honey and nectar

eating the past

drinking the future

dreaming the in~between

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing story. I'm a great fan of the myths. I like the journey you took me with your words.
"You have walked too long the violent lives with odd spirits
believing you could turn the blood on their fist into nectar
but you are wrong, and your bird bones have turned brittle with too much trying. It is time to stop trying.”
The story was outstanding. I like the ending.
Coyote

[emmajoy]

How do you always manage to lift a being out of her/his world into another place .. you use the alphabet but then, so do others - but you wave your own magic over everything you write.

In this you've swept myth around yourself and created a figment of space out of the past using the most beautiful phrases:

'she pulled me into the pool of her aquamarine mouth
danced me across a nightmare web, a dream thread'

in some ways I'm reminded of the Bengali poet, Rabindranath Tagore.

“A desert is a desert.” He said and fell out of his anthropomorphized aspect
onto the paws of the coyote
ran into the chaos of his delight
laughing

and I don't doubt that he would!

[David W Moore III]

Wow again... An amazing journy through the mythos of many cultures, and you. A story of creation, not of the world, but you. As you journey through the territories of your Avyactha soul grabbing at wisps and tendrils of the thousand lotus petals, the gods come forth to tell you to stop trying to become them and follow the road. As you said yesterday, I believe, the gods don't have that great of a track record running the world. Of course neither do we, and maybe we should strive for a middle ground... I think I am beginning to ramble, so I'll stop now!

[C]

A stroll through your mythology is always eye-opening and a delight.

[My Fair Lady]

Selene- My Sweet
you seem to write my heart. Not sure how you do it.. but you seem to.

“I can tell you as the day is long that you must love the you before you can love the them and the us
you will wander and lose your way many times before you find that inside you is the bliss
not inside wispy ghost women yet to be you.”

[Robin]

I so love reading you ~

[Maurice]

This story is fascinating and exciting. Add to it your rich poetic language and it becomes magical.

[Ed Hart]

for me, falling into these word dreams of yours, i no longer care where or when or if i land