sleepy hollow's ophelia
sliding down easy into that dark water
living in light is easy but
loving in hell is hard.
you hold the devil's eyes,
bind his hands behind his back.
righteous queen of night
your whispers shake apart
the entire universe inside of me.

you wander helplessly from afar,
tragically beautiful
in mystery
as you walk blindly searching--

I'm fascinated--
your intimate brown eyes
search everywhere,
and I wonder if I should
break the mysticism
and approach you--

"do you have aluminum foil?" you blurt out,
having given up your great venture
and I realize that it was intrigue alone
that drew me to you--

She stands still
as the flood flows
down through her hair,
tickling her ******* as she
silently sways to the
cleansing of the wet
by flickering candle flame--

the moss-sea green
walls drip with
radiant blessing,
her selenite wand
radiating light and
elegant love--

she was clean in the
moisture of blessed
running water
in warm quarters
as the blizzard raged outside--

Rose quartz gathered
in the palm of her
warm hand, breathing deeply,
constant-thought pushing around
through the insides of her skull
as she surrenders to love–

From her neck she
has worn amethyst for a long time,
wanting to protect her from the world–

Change is blowing through the trees
around her home, swaying
to the beat-box of Autumn’s chill,
reminding her to always smile–

As she nestles
under covers, Bast sneaks in
through the window and
places her paw against
her forehead, the temple of
the Other world awaits, my dear–

she crept out
of bedsheets warm
to clothes in the
dark, mostly dry
heat rising off her
arms like chill on
bare legs--

she leaned in to caress
his burrowed head
and found a slumbering
wolf hidden
in layers of fur,
heat rising from
flesh exposed tender--

she nuzzled her mate
and suppressed a howl,
for she too longed for
warm flesh and furs
to be entangled in her,
like the warm side of the pillow
after a long day
running through the brisk chill--

the glow
just before the sunset,
the sparkle of the water
catches your eye
as we trapse
amongst fallen
burnt orange
pie-crusted dancers
who have retired
their colors to grace
our footsteps along
the mud-soaked earth–

you click your camera
in time with the breeze,
smiling wistfully as
you pose the perfect shot–

I walk with you
to forget the pain
and it magically fades away
along the breeze you
hum to lead our way–