Lua Lust Longing (Samhain Blues)

beneath this wisp
of phantasmic mist,

 

i wait

 

for you.

 

 

soul,
surrendered so
long ago
to your pale brilliance.

 

 

but where are you?

dancing with
Samhain?

this is Samedi,
so don’t leave me
longing,
in vain.

Devils
and Demons and
Prayers to the Dead,
belie
the wonder
of you….

mystical

fantastical

luminous

you.

so,
i wait,
with impatient calm,

wait,
to glimpse again
your shadowy light,

glimpse,
that i may once again

touch
mine infinity.

 

 

slipping
&
sliding
through this patchwork sky,

fly
free.

 


fly
safe.


fly back ,


to me.

sunset swing

lofted low, beneath
a smiling horizon,
your lover awaits with tantalizing
promise:

a brand
new
day

what has passed
may yet come to pass
for some,
but never for you.

you will miss
the calm whisper of moonshadow
which,
already slips
across this goosebumped skin.

memories
sweeter than summer jasmine’s nightly call
lead me astray,
and errant fireflies
light
the road to abandon.

i should…..

i should return.
return to what I know, but
perhaps home,
is where the wild things grow.

soul sistah, i wanna get wi’chya

soul sistah,
really,
i wanna get wi’chya.

and live a life existential and
sacred, and yet
scandalously ir-reverential.

let’s be grounded
in the metaphysical,
connected to our roots
with souls flung free.

let us make love
in the shadow of our Story,
and bask
in the afterglow of our glory.

let’s make babies,
young,
gifted,
and black.
let them know real love
by how my fingers caress your back.

I mean to getchya woman,
give you all of me
and make you mine.
but first
let us stroll a bit
and let our tale unwind.

Wien

again and again
i return
to you
with your vaulted airs
borne of a past
haunted
by fancies and prestige,
and gilded
with horrors.

your
charming rounded corners
still cut

sharply
into my hollowed
depths.

i see aperol smiles
sharing

with that familiar
lilt

that still escapes me.


you are home,
away from
every other place I go.

don’t wait for me.
because I won’t-

yet we seem to meet
again
and again
on your broad
mourning streets

ain’t free*

tickled by
sweet
desire,
i run
faster than you can feel.

touch,
deeper than you can know.

love,
bigger than you can imagine.

so,
can you really

know where i am going?
if i don’t?

appreciate this lovin’
if it comes with a twist?

surrender everything
and enter the divine?

maybe I’ll get
you a pair
of go-fasters,
so you can do you,
and let me
be free.

or maybe,
I’ll just keep on running,
until i fly
again.

cuz,

(you
aint
neva
been
‘ta
spain.)

*inspired by Mr. Lamar