Alive 2

ALIVE

A sacred union of grace
within a world of order.
Long virgin colour
trailing the road of felicity,
as he and she begin assumed eternity.
Interlocking fingers,
they run lively,
laughing in newborn joy.

Their procreation inaugurated,
he and she penetrate experience of
unity cast into being,
the sensual manifesting
itself in genesis,
begotten and born.

Time passes.

Obscure obstacles occur,
as his animated love is discovered lethargic.
The union, disjoined by death
delivers despondency,
the pained partner left
with their uninformed offspring.

The progeny grew,
His habits and routines in place,
and in his face
uncanny resemblance
to the lethargic love
she came to see in him, the other,
deep set in her only son’s eyes.

She watched,
studied his manner and method,
ignorant to all alse, only her son,
as a vital insect
bore deep into her soul.
Her son’s thoughts were hers,
she formed them.

Those deep eyes
inhabiting her night, never letting go.
She came into, crept
across the young man’s room.
She guided his member,
taboo emanating from her spirit,
displaying wanton intentions
to her overwhelmed offspring.

Blood began to seethe,
as he unintentionally devoured her lust.
His thought and sensations betrayed him,
as his soul leapt in fiery fear.
Thoughts he’ll never know rushed from him,
exiting, lost in murky moonlight,
leaving the catatonic creation
of her defiled child.

October 1993