Madame

She was often better

but never good

Her virtue tainted

misunderstood

 

Her nights a mystery

each day in shame

The rumors spreading

each one to blame

 

The men who knew her

that man who left

Impassioned bookends

of time bereft

 

She was often better

 yet often worse

Each day repeating

—tomorrow’s curse

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)

 

 

Sinking To Find

In search of my shadow

in the torrent of kings

I wade through the current

of all other things

 

Alone treading water

my essence bemired   

This river a dungeon

of banished desire

 

I reach out to grab it

it motions away

To outline my image

while swirling at bay

 

And not till I’m sinking

does it buoy my form

To chase was my folly

—now rescued reborn

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)