| Bright Revealing Face of Love What is this mysterious pain? Ancient blood, black and pooling, left over from child days or back through the womb hall into days before remembering? Insistent proddings, longings proddings. Messages of my love and fear, want and retraction. Say the word– "relationship". The moon is bright tonight and I’m missing it. I’m always missing it. I see it from my car and hurry inside to make the call, the one to my sweetheart. I consider that any invested pagan would be careening in lunar traction, suckled hard against that strange current of occult electrons. Sailing, cutting into those swelling waves of milky phosphorescence, in wonder. Awe. Expectancy. I know a little something about the moon. Her lover is always hidden. A real back door man. He radiates great and golden solar beneficence all the hours of day, and, just as he falls red and smoldering, retreating into the gloaming and black shadowed earth, she appears. She too is a hidden one, and keeps her hands before her. Were it not for the swooning glow upon her face, which she reveals only partially at first, she would be completely invisible– even in clear view, set against an embroidered cape of star dots. Still, she hums lumen light- the evidence of her amour. ‘O, black blooded sky, show the hidden lunar crescent tucked within your folds. Deep heart sun, fall red to earth if only to illuminate through love shining strong from dark halls, bringing me back to now. Hand on heart, inner sun, moon, the bright revealing face of love. written September 6, 2000 |