If you tried to lay an apple on my head
I might attempt to tempt you
To bite the bullet,
But these never were
The arrows of your desire.

Wherever the woman in you resided
I cannot untwist
From the fragmented weave of words
You cast, like a magus,
Stirring entrails In the ritual pyre.

Perhaps she died that night,
A sacrificial daughter
To the genius of your William Tell.
Who knows?
But you will never tell.

How I long to untangle you:
To see into
The black holes of your eyes,
Read the secret messages,
Concealed behind your thin lips.

You are like a cantankerous grandfather:
Tall, erect,
Too disdainful to approach;
A ghost of my teenage anxieties,
Haunting me
With your otherworldly wisdom.

I was too young to follow you:
Could only dream
In road-movie monochrome,
In narcotic naiveté,
Imagining myself descending
Into the nirvana of pain,
Knowing nothing
Of how painful pain can be,

But now you are unreachable,
Beyond me:
An angel of obscurity.
Dee Sunshine

From the collection, Dropping Ecstasy With The Angels http://www.rimbaud.org.uk/droppingecstasy.html

Dee Sunshine, 35 Falkland Street (0/1), Glasgow, G12 9QZ, Scotland, UK
Email: dee@thunderburst.co.uk Website: www.thunderburst.co.uk