flaming jewels

Night Ice (iii): jewel

"let's get lost
lost in each others arms..."
--chet baker

"lost"

"lost am i am i"

loa lightquencher holding tight to me,
black and slender and whipcord strong
in the soft snowy night--
she is clinging to me as we swirl to a stop on the

Night Ice

"lost"
she says to me
and she is so perfectly dark she absorbs the moonlight
the reflection of the dancing snow

snowflakes glint on her hair, her shoulders like diamonds
that slowly dissolve into her
darkness

"lost"
she cries to me
and i feel her hunger trembling in my arms
for she is hunger
personified

and i gaze into her velvet evening eyes
(with points of light for stars)
i gather her up in my arms and coo

and she shivers

we are on the lost lake in a lonely land with sad fir trees
and sharp snow we have curled up together on the

Night Ice

we are lost
lost in each others arms...

she opens her mouth to speak--
and i quiet her with a song:
     "hey-la, little bird, little sister--"
and the crow
     caws
shattering the stillness, the silence and
   snow
      falls
from the branch he perches on.

loa lightquencher and i look up together
my pale white cheek pressed
to her warm dark one--

and on the shore of the lost lake, stepping from the trees comes
a hunter in blaze orange
holding a rifle

the crow announces him to us
but the shock of his flaming coat
is enough
of a warning.

--he violates our space
he craves us, hunts us:
his bright colors and cocky gun are an assault to our

sharp/diamond/ice/dreams--

his eyes are crows eyes
and he jauntily props his weapon against the oak tree
and smiles at us
smiles
to shatter the solemn night

(a crack forms in the ice)

the lightquencher strains against my arms
but i've already been shot in the heart
by his eyes
his smile
he will not need his gun to wound me:
i am already wounded

he pulls from one obscenely bright pocket
a long straight lock of blonde hair
--my hair--
and i am already bound
he has already bound me
--i am already trapped in his crow's eyes

but he is not here for me
the hunter with the crow's eyes has come for loa lightquencher
burning through the night
trailing orange comet fire
to catch the lightquencher
she who is
the bringer of blessed

darkness

now i shiver against my little bird,
my little sister
as he motions to her
opens his arms that she shall come to him.

(the hunter lays his trap:
i see she sees a pair of blue eyes in his hand
he beckons her with two cobalt eyes
plucked from an
uneasy
corpse)

i am bound
but i turn her face to mine
(she is my dark angel)
and kiss her, deeply
my tongue in her mouth, strangely cool and sharp
i offer her the blood and the strength of
three
soldiers

her teeth slip into my tongue like points of light
or icicles
and i feel her drawing the warrior blood out of me
take it, take it,
i urge her silently:

and she draws the life
the light
up and out of me

(my love is
rose red and snow white:
i adore her
i adore her!)

we are collapsed together in a heap dark and light together
the snowy owl and the black raven curled together yin and yang
dark and bright on the Night Ice jewel and loa lightquencher
are lost lost lost in each others arms.

and when it is enough
the magic kiss is broken
she flies from my arms with blueblack raven's wings

she falls upon the hunter
who holds the blue eyes
and the lock of blonde hair
she falls--

i sigh and settle on the ice--

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