Arabesque

One may chose death over life

To vindicate and lacerate, their holy position

Poised arabesque over a mountain of bones.

Spread eagle yet she soars, nowhere

Plastered on her back succumbed to a manifestation of self doubt

A deadly weight poeticised by flow of time

Are you certain you are here?

A deer, hypnotized by hallowed light

Mummified in gentle white, casting stars from catatonic pools of black.

Her mirror becomes a valley,

Or is it a chasm, moved by the weight of certain indecision

Cataclysmic, she fissures and sweat fills her like the river Styx

She flows deeply, stygian, a rippling void in the fabric of the sky

Where stars once danced they now leap,

Making bounds as to not be devoured in the vacuous breath of night

As nothingness is bred, wholeness is conceived

In a rhythm both frantic and calculated

We lay in bed to still the raucous cacophony of vibrations

For she trembles in anxiety, or is it the motion of the universe

Laying softly unto her as she steadies endless breath

Tracing the moon with a protruding tongue, waning.

Obsequious is man, woman stretching limbs as roots and vines

Flesh searing flesh, bone carapace cradling tender organs

Sooner would she extricate bone for supple keys

For music vindicates as a consummate symphony, while the heart lacerates

Taciturn, we call for release

Is that not the motion behind all things