Halls of the Dark Muse

Crocidelia

Your eyes met mine
like a round
yellowed cat's eye
as children gambled with in the streets
but deeper still in your depths
and it was here in the darkness we met
the deep moving tepid bowls of the earth
among the swamp grass
and swampy water smell
where somewhere drums may roll
among the strings of a bango
and those deep soul blues
but we were caught
in a space between only us
feeling you as you felt met
and waiting to be moved
your fairy-tale smile
spoken of with trepidation
permanently fixed
unwavering
while I was held instead
transfixed, swept away
my heart frozen
it was subliminal
more than fear
but inspired
in our deep dark soulful way
we both know how to play
the bones of the witch doctor
on those rich Cajon nights
you are prince, a king, in your own right
and I kneel in the mud
we are one
for I will always carry this memory
inside of me, and we share bond
among the misunderstood
let me worship you in the ancient ways
of the dying mystic
and I will never forget
the warmth of your breath
on a balmy summer night.