…in the wilds of my heart

Memories of kisses adrift on the wind
shivers run through my veins
the renaissance of desire, the arch enemy of my serenity
once cold ashes now burning embers
the storm brews in the wilds of my heart
the sorcery of the moon stirs the cauldron
and the winds of destruction conjure waves
rising higher than mountains
the song of the sea, a rhapsody, is circling my soul
like a honeybee in search of pollen
my heart ever open, bares her petals for the taking
as I call to Venus to set me free, to save me from this misery
your silence as always, was temporary
and those days, those months, those empty years
still inflict wounds, that in the end spill less blood
than the brief moments where our paths converged in the dark
we roll the devil’s dice, paying his price, not with silver
but with another piece of our fractured hearts
both cruelly marked by every deception
every change of direction
promises made, promises broken
love everlasting, too wild to be held, too wild to let go
temptation waxes and wanes with the cycles of the moon
the blood of the beast is spilled, a desperate death
but destiny cannot be thwarted
our dark stars continue their progress
across the vast emptiness of the sky
the wild wind calls across the void
in tones that reach into my soul
and I know that you are forever mine
and without you I can never be whole
© Ann Bagnall