Words from Inside My Head

My eyes are empty now.

I’m looking for someone

who will tell me

the truths are lies.

Truth leaves me

alone and shivering

outside the door,

where I am eyed by the sad

and frigid moon.

(I am so eager

to be deceived,

I lie even to myself,

ignoring the inner rhythms)

I am daughter to the moon

she rules me,

disobedient, dark, 

watched by night.

Here, lit by

 the moon, lies the man

who sometimes speaks with me,

he wanders the hip

 hills of my body

his hands twin brooks

 meander me

and here, by my

 side, he sleeps,

this man who 

refuses to know me.

He will not touch my essence.

He refuses to 

fill my eyes with

the necessary lies and

spider spun tales.

Reluctant soloist,

I hide myself in mazes,

return the man’s embraces,

moving

 against him in ripples, but

I ache through the love dance

for more.

(It has been so 

always, must it

be so forever?)

It is not enough, this

feeling that lasts

for only a moment,

a moment until

the lies begin to 

evacuate my eyes

and I’m alone.

Moon child’s empty eyes

clothed in nebulous clouds

pause, an interlude.

(written in the 1970’s)