Double Date
I am not going to fail you.
I am not meant to fail you.
Your hair, dark as murder
Made slipknots over my wrists
The first day I saw you.
My heart drew a gasp
Aghast
When you, my Mistress, approached.
Jesus, seeing the approaching Iscariot
Did the same thing
And we were both crucified.
He, to the flesh
To the releasing of the soul to Eternity and Rest
And I
Far less the Master
To my fears
My inadequacies
My own supernal schoolhouse hell.
But just as Jesus left Mary and went to the Light
For Rest and Reason
I, at your behest and beckoning
Leave the light and come to you.
You, the Goddess-warrior of this Lifetime for me
Would show me the way to fight
The way to fight for Love’s sake
Where Rest and Reason have no place
Where failure means looking into the glowing eyes
And fierce red visage
Of all the monsters I have not yet faced
As their dripping lance comes down.
I am not going to fail you.
I am not meant to fail you.
-- Eric Marley, for Heather
May 2015
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