This is a prose poem I wrote for my beloved in celebration of our Beltane wedding anniversary.
He is a lion, a phoenix, or a dragon. A storm in a body. Wagnerian opera walking on two feet. Everything large. And then larger even. Elegant. Towering. A Green Man. A Wizard. A Fairy King. From another time and place. Fiery beneath a friendly demeanor. He’s the friend who will push the dagger into your flesh when you’ve betrayed yourself and become a tyrant, madness and kindness swirling quickly in his sea foam eyes. He is a string of fate, inviting you to listen to the pulsating silence beneath ordinary words. A decision that’s already been made, and is now heard and remembered. He draws upon tomes of esoteric knowledge passed down from ancient times, browses effortlessly through shelves in a cosmic library. He is the cool flame that burns at the end of time—all-seeing, all-knowing. He is the song of creation in notes of sparkling gold. A field of wheat under a setting sun, vibrating with some ethereal glow that makes you wonder whether you sleep or wake, whether you are very much dead or very much alive.
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Oh my! Luna love, I can't imagine a better rendition of the marvel that is Ish. This is so wonderful!!!!