Beauty and the Beast

The Day is fraught with tangible realities,
But who wants to live in realities tangible
When the night holds more promise
And hides our true intentions like dark animals
Who cling to the underground vision,
Of who and what we really wanted to be.

If only for a moment
If only we could let go of our starch white coat of day
And never conform by forming ourselves again and again
In the midst of nights image,
We be stars here
And shadows
Streetlights
And pavement lilting sneaker-walkers

If you could let yourself fall
Like stars white hot with inspirations
On the bed
On the floor
On the streets of loss
On the dream of Eros or Psyche
Or even Loki
What would your mask look like?
Would it still cling to the last ray of innocence you treasure?
Or would it pale itself to the moon
And stretch like the shadow
As the mystery of your soul does.
Licking the beast
Who longs to know you,
Do you know taste,
Touch,
Feel,
The aching hour
Where the will kneels
To the last drop of summer’s succulent essence,
Will you dance again?
Dream again,
Form again,
Like the mercury on the inside of your heart,
The tongue
That gauges
Where your true emersion
Burns into the last bridges of your being?

By Veronica Garcia From 'The Pathos Collection'

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I'll second THAT Mirror,,,GOOD job...lilwick

loved your poem