She followed the symbols drawn across his spine
tried to count them but they were infinite
“what do they mean?”
he could give no answer
his lips curved but there was
she traced the symbols drawn
across his spine with her subtle hands
moved to weave
herself into him
she pressed herself into him
joined with the rugged curves
of his body, he was there.
More than anywhere, she found him there.
The deserts of Israel rage across my skin
sing the Song of Solomon across their winds
pray for me for my prayers go unmade
my soul is borne of tarnished things.
Take me to the land of your fathers
the land where the fairies roam
show me your glorious feathers,
your alchemical lore.
Oh do not hide the marks of
your magnificent splendor,
the furious touch of the dragon
that looms in your hair
shift and shape and craft me
with your mighty blow
take me swift into the arms
of your magical cloak
there, I ride the winds of dreams
surpass the scope of all imagining
lose myself in the sweet vales
of all that can be known.