Sunday, June 12, 2011

May Day

I remember well
It was may day

And you and the other girls
Danced around the may pole, as was the way

You were the May Queen
Dressed in white with flowers in your hair

To my eyes you were alone
The only person there

Then, there he came
That golden God from your past

Smeared with the blood
from the stag killed last

He took you by the hand
And lead you off into the spring

I sat alone and watched
Swinging idly on a bench swing

Others came to me
Asking me to take them that day

But they weren't there to me
As I watched you walk away

I chewed on a piece of paper
To keep away the fear

Of the reality of what's happening
When you were not here

The sky turned orange
And the clouds became blue

Then I found myself
Confronted by three of you

One of you dressed in White
With your locks hanging in your face

Another dressed in Black
With every hair in place

And the last, the last was different
Not like the other two

She was completely naked
And writhed saying: I want you

The Black said: Hello My Love
The White: I don't love you

The other touched my leg
And said: I want you

And even though I had three of you
Right in front of me

All I could think of was the real you
Being laid down in ecstasy

Leave me, you shadows, said I
And thorns began to close around

The White shrugged, the Black wept, the naked moaned
As they melted into the ground

It was hours before he lead you back
And I caught glimpse of your eye

It might not have happened, but
I thought I saw you cry.

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