Like Medusa you look at me.
Changable eyes of every shade of grey
Turn from cynical self-deprecation
To cutting steel, glittering a warning.
And like Perseus without a shield
I feel myself grow brittle,
Cracks creeping up my spine,
Branching out across my back.
Almost an afterthought,
That polished shield.
I see my own grey abstractions there,
The long shadow I can cast.
Now I feel you close behind me,
Your snakes hissing in my ear.
I slowly raise my eyes to yours –
You see yourself in mine.
And slowly your bent head
Settles on my shoulder.
Like golden ornaments your snakes
Curl around my hand in your hair…
February 2019, copyright jsmorgane
The Love of Trees
Trees are content, without questioning their purpose.
They love the ground beneath them
And spread their roots deep into the receiving soil.
They stretch their arms wide
In loving welcome to the open sky.
They turn to the sun,
Growing towards the light.
With you, I love like a tree:
Facing the light, I grow towards you.
Arms wide open I welcome you.
Deeply rooted I rest in you.
©jsmorgane Aug 2018
If my body is your temple,
Your spark kindles my inmost fire.
In the dark, I tend your flame,
Drawing strength from the promise
Of warmth and light.
When the ashes pile up high and
The air grows heavy with our closeness,
I loosen the fastenings on the shutters,
Draw back the bolts from across the gates,
Let all my doors and windows open wide.
I let the ashes blow away,
A gust of silvery powder,
The residue of our silent solitude.
And after that, still and soft you come,
Brightly through my empty halls.
Flooding my chambers with clear air,
You consecrate my body with your light
And make this temple home.
©jsmorgane Feb 2018