The Hang-Over

She sipped of the elixir,
a holy combination of
a one spirit.

A dizziness poured into her blood.
Her soul was giddy with
the unexplainable.

Her beloved charmed her
with intoxicating elements.

Boundaries disappeared
as boldness was born.

All storybooks and fairytales
dispersed into a wordless place.

She had trouble selecting
voices that would make this
love known.

The outer world faded behind
the screen of her lover.

This androgynous and sexless place
enticing with an odd
array of copulations.

She rose higher and higher,
spinning in the circumference
of the hub holder.

She danced with the indescribable.
She caressed the untouchable.
She drank of the Innkeeper’s tonic.

Higher and higher she rose.
The knowings took her away.

Suddenly, her drunken passions ceased.
A gyrational spin began.
She was not in control of these matters.


Her lighted body became heavy with descent.
What had gone up must come down,
Gravity told her.

An elusive darkness dawned,
and bravery eclipsed into
the unreachable whirlwind.

Doubt and despair clamored
with images of otherworlds.

Mine’s menagerie released
strokes of misanthropic
juxtapose.

The whirlwind shattered
equanimity’s content, with a
labyrinth of confusion.

Pain pounded,
heartache haunted,
memories miscalculated,
and logic languished.

Only a lover’s thread
kept her bed warm with
enticements of returning.

She waited in the weights.