Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Responsibility
lies like a child
in my belly.
Ripening fast.
Full of sorrow
and possibilities.
Am I good?
Gathering my potions
to save or destroy.
Feeding
what can’t be fed.
Alone.
Heart in my hands.
Clutching,
clawing,
crawling.
Down.
On my knees.
Blind and ashamed.
Shattered mirror
of my mind.
Not enough to take me.
Did I tell her I loved her?
I was so young and the word love
so ancient.
Across the fire, I see her face
in the desert that appears after death.
With feline grace, she guides me
across the sands, to a place
where love is tortured and I am exposed.
Rub salt in the wound.
Forgive the salt.
Love the salt.
Beauty cannot drag from me the truth.
The truth is love and love is pain.
Hold onto love.
Protect it from all enemies.
I won’t forget
what you did
for love.