The Pull
I sought a soul akin to mine;
Like Zeus’s Athena
And Alexander’s Hephestian;
In oracle and verse-
Transient of continents
From the warm breath of the New World
to the Whispering sands of the old,
so Ancient and archaic-
I consorted with shimmering stars and
Conversed with the deepest of seas…
Drowned in back alleys, shadow dancing-
carousing rathskellers where the living are dead
and the dead wouldn’t dare to go;
Yet I felt the pull-
I stared into the eyes of a giant beast
The magnitude of Gibraltar Rock;
He stared and said to me -
"Who you seek is not in me.
Search the world over
And you will fail,
Until you relinquish the quest
and listen inside-
try to see”
Confused- I kissed him
and told him goodbye-
The monster sighed and swam away
The pull is stronger-
I met an Angel, so beautiful and bright.
His androgyny was my bounty on life.
I existed in the perfect creature
of Gods and Man-
His integrity beyond the understanding
Of my wretched ideology…
Alone-knowing myself
In pure agony, on I suffered
The pull never wavering-
Deep from within a
Blackness I have always known;
I met her.
She, feline in grace and form
Lips sweet and Divine, only
Narcissus could deny;
Put her arms around me…
In the smell of honey, I bathed in her scent;
In tears she told me I was too fierce
and she would leave
The pull began to choke me-
I sat upon the rooftops in the land
Of selfish Ancient God’s
of death and betrayal;
Pondered where to go
On the rage of the pull I felt-
Now killing me, so I followed
It to a place so cold…
Searching through a fierce terrain
of pine and snow, I saw the
footprints and heard the scream...
The smothering of the pull-
In the dark I saw his eyes
His amber moons met my wonder and craze;
Alas, the pull began to seize
His lithe and perfect form I saw in a haze
Of crimson and cold
The smell of blood and life caught my lust
I followed him like a love struck puppet
So loving now this pull-
I descended into a carcass of gore with
breathless fervor-
For him I licked the iron liquid from his face
The yellow eyes looked at me
And we knew upon this meeting we each has found
Another like themselves-
Screaming into the sound
Their wildness united with the copulating
under the Beams of the moon…
Their hatred of their own kind found them
Another (love) akin to their soul.
(Unfortunately I can't name which contests I won with this one, there were a few and generally i delete when wining. Used to post at bottom but quit doing that)
Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2012
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