Living the Dream

Morning Star, when did you take the name,
dye your hair, a flame, flying
from the crown of your head,
with wild locks licking your shoulders?

Left we walk, right we walk
along the path of our ancestor’s
milked and leaking from the pitcher
of the Universe lying on its side.

Suns and moons moved to shed light
so we could find each other’s footsteps
Join hands and hearts in hallowed ways:
A soulful sisterhood of sorrows.

Alone, you will walk, yearning
Following an unmarked daylight
Seeking and yearning
For the few weeks sojourn.

Those men we drew to us, dark
as coal, dark eyes brooding
under heavy brows and heavy hands
rubbing the celestial off our skin.

Morning Star, he is your night
star, mercury, lover you long for,
How near to sun you are
So far from me in your sad time.

Look, sister, we are left alone,
our bright hopes pinned
to gray grievous shrouds
that hold us for these days.

You are Venus and he leaves you
still glowing after the nights risings
all acts of love and pleasure spent
shimmering on your bright skin.

We say, “Oh, my God, he is wonderful
in his worship of me, when he is sobered
by the need of change and delight in us.”
But, then he leaves, always goes, away.

The white moon amongst the stars envy you,
sorrows at your fading, as I do.
Earth sister, I am your Aphrodite
and Etuscan Turan relative.

Pin your hair against the skull of sadness.
I shall place this starred necklace
against the throb of my heart
and wish you here to hold.

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