The Beast (A Villanelle)

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“I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

I’m sure you’ve driven me quite insane;
I lost the key, and forgot the gate.
(I only have myself to blame.)

I want to see cracks, your cool surface I’d maim,
So I could pull myself through,
into your world:
I’m sure you’ve driven me quite insane.

White flag raised, I give up the game
Scatter the pieces, just leave it to fate
(I only have myself to blame.)

A green fog crept into my brain:
Made its home as it unfurled:
I’m sure you’ve driven me quite insane.

I have tried to escape, in vain.
The beast won’t sleep;
he ignores my attempts to sate.
(I only have myself to blame.)

The roles of life
I almost successfully feign,
These bonds, they hold, they sting,
and grate.
I’m sure you’ve driven me quite insane.
(I only have myself to blame.)

-LM Jones
(Quote: Sylvia Plath)

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Holy Water Coming Down

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“Understand, I’ll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.

I’ll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.”

Give me the wind, the river, and trees
For with them I am most free

I long to flow with the autum air
To feel it on my skin…pulling my unbound hair

Give me the violence of a storm, physical release
Don’t deny me the hurricane, please?

Follow me down the path my love, but first
Press your lips to mine…quench my hungry thirst

-LM Jones
(Quote: Rilke)

Heavy In Your Arms

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I walked through a hurricane today my love
Pelting winds and rain stung my eyes and skin
But I would not be deterred
I picked a flower for you
A sad little morning glory
She was blushed and wilted
Then I walked away, said goodbye
I kissed her three times
And dropped her to the ground
To be trampled
Perhaps to be found
By you
My love is a heavy thing
Much like this hurricane
So run for cover
Like you always do
-LM Jones