1) Weltanschauung

1) Weltanschauung

Naked, pink and huddled
With the milky, moist smell of birth.
Journeyed from ethereal to cradle,
From dreamscape to landscape.

Then, you, cradle snatched,
To a vault, entombed to ultimate Thule.
To darkened woods and faded parchments.
Became the foam on waves ebbing on
Melancholic shores.
Out of space,
Out of time,
Into a distant phantomine.

And I,
A toppled vase, a tramp,
An Eidolon, formless, white-robed ghoul,
Encamped in an ill womb.
Waiting, like a statue, greened by the salty wind.
A floatsome bobbing on a shoreless sea.
New wounds and lonely old scars, and
Still death intertwined.

I longed for a stasis shattering reply,
But intoxicated by a strange nepenthe,
So vanished you into my labyrinthine mind.

Two decades forth,
You rattled at my door,
Jolted memory,
Like stars of dizziness,
A fiery morning in my desolate winter.

Like two grains of sans on a common shore,
Reborn infants to newly weds.
You emerged from your tomb, and I from the ill womb.

Like tempting eve,
I, a ripe berry,
Craving to be plucked and consumed.
Settling on your warm lip,
Dark night juice nestled within you