a love in myth
somewhere, fear crawls
out of the rain, falling as a mist
born out another place, Avalon
or Brigadoon, a story
told to teach a lesson
or to keep the dark at bay.
The rain does not keep time.
It falls without mercy.
I walk through it to find you.
if you are looking for a fool,
she may, indeed, be me. I unlaced
my heart without a backwards glance,
biting the apple without a blink,
speaking the prophecy out of turn,
and deliberately picking the seeds
out of the pomegranate –
what is six months in hell
if my fingers are met by yours?
It’s time to leave the tapestry,
to forget the mirror as it cracks,
to escape the maze
by the golden thread that binds us.
never mind the monster, pursuing.
never mind the ghost, wailing.
never mind the warnings
and briefly written allegories —
it’s time to trust the story.