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Meissa Liane Poem
The boy looks at me with fear in his eyes.
Hesitation in the face of temptation.
I am his ruin, a pit trap, a fall from grace.
I am that which he strengthens his faith by denying.
I am frightening, something he has not been told to want.
But he is not a boy, he is a wolf.
The wolf I love looks at me from beneath his green shroud.
Temptation paws at him, and his thoughts are bared.
A holy creature, though still a denial I face
I am salvation, quenching, a rib to his heart.
I see it written in every inch of him, tooth to tail.
Maybe it is wrong because I am not a wolf, nor a girl.
Or maybe it is not wrong at all, but will take time to unfurl.
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Meissa Liane Poem
I dream of the wolf I met in a darkened forest room.
I dream of the flames and your soul, bright
I was scared for your persecution.
You were wrapped in God, and light,
But He never caught me like you.
I watched you with a hunter's eye,
But with no defence I was the prey
My heart, falling, felled, on the floor.
I know you will step over it when you leave, or try,
as stepping on it might see it stick.
Oh! My ribs ache from this!
My breath belongs to you!
I will keep you if I catch you, but
your casing keeps you from me,
your God is not one we can share.
I don't know the colour of your eyes,
But mine are mirrors that reflect every colour of you.
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My wolf kisses me like I am something he can fix.
As if he could drown me in watered-down love, force a baptism upon me
But he cannot simply rinse out my evil in his morning gargle
It festers in my bones, a burning rot in the absence of religious certainty
How can he think I need his Majesty's water, when I am the queen who fills his cup.
Have you ever truly seen me through anything but the warping water I give you to drink?
I must float below the surface of what he believes I can be.
Maybe if I sought the rocky bottom, I could kick off and breach the surface.
But in order to sink I must let go of his light heart.
And I can't do that.
Copyright © Meissa Liane | Year Posted 2019
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