from the woods
there was somebody i knew
who loved kissing me frost on ice cream tops
a mere mortal like me
i couldn't fathom the samisen she played me once
in dark hours, after i'd had one too many glasses
i was unfolding oblivion
she called me beautiful, a black streak on her heart, and
i still remember the curve of her lips were the same as of a python, still i let my back arch
let her wash my pain and purity away
let her cleanse my body, because
if you've never sinned, you cannot have salvation - and that's what our trysts were to me. chasing mirrors, grasslands, songs of helen and troye
later
they caught me buying her a humongous bouquet, she said she didn't need it but it was a proof i'd survived her. same as that, the villagers called her vile names and asked me if i'd been violated. was i hurt by the witch. i simply shook-
how could i ever regret dreaming
