Capricorn Muse

Scarlet has given me five words to work into a poem: muse, bliss, charm, metamorphosis and the Spanish word secreto.

I searched for my muse in the folds of a summer morning

And found her,

Wrapped in crows' feathers,

Kissing a stone.

I gave my voice to her hair, and it whispered in her ear,

"Come with me.

Let me take you home."

"I am home," she insisted,

Though nothing grew there but night.

I tried every charm and word,

Hoping to be heard by Our Lady of December,

Despite the wind,

Despite

Everything the stars had told me.

I melted like a candle and covered her with my desire--

I watched her face,

Praying for metamorphosis and a bliss forever withheld

But which never stops calling,

Despite distance,

Despite

Every dream of doorways, leading no place.

Summer lasted five minutes--

We twined and bloomed in secret.

To me she said, "My Love, you have opened me like a flock of dark pages;

Read me to myself,

Burn me so that the light I give reveals us naked, needing, and we'll call that our poetry.

Let there be nothing else,

And then you must leave me."

I found my muse in the folds of a summer morning,

Wrapped in crows' feathers,

And when I woke I found I had been kissing a stone.

She left me a message written on a bloody rose, which said,

"Los secretos son el humo,

El amor es cenizas,"

And when I left I was once again alone.

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translation: "secrets are smoke, love is ash"