Temptation of the Composer by Airea D. Matthews

Temptation of the Composer

 

Oh Shepherd, our honeyed marriage

          bed in the meadow was too narrow

and though you herd wild things,

          you were deaf to my footsteps.

As you lay there in the dew of me, curled,

          satiated, I tiptoed backwards

toward our door under twisted reeds.

          Out where pasture led to brackish

waters and red-hot mists rose from quartz

          I lowered myself into rockpores

while rushing wings of screech owls

           seemed to sing: Welcome, Dark-Light

                                             Welcome, Wild-Love

 

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