Quote: Both the enchantress and the siren charmer
are part of the same one.  

Fired red wings on the breath of a dawning
he lifts and soars towards life, a breath away
from sunrise, chittering before he takes swing
this cardinal of beauty knows how to sing

she a rose in a luscious garden of pure love
a blush of pink dotted with pistil and grace  
a daylight sea of beauty sent from above
daybreak breaks and a flower opens her face

both the cardinal and the rose are essential
to our well being we need their reverence.  
He a sign of longevity so reverential,
she a sign of love and courage in her essence

we find the Echantress in all of our selves
in his, we find a siren charmer who delves.

“their mental state contains something lethal:
past, nothing but past” Nikolay Y Ossipov

you measured your height
with the mountains
your fists with the howl
of lonely wolves
to avoid helplessness stupidity confusion:
the all too encompassing human nature

I no longer want to keep you
in the alternative dimension
guarding your wholeness
I'll let you fall into pieces
I'll let you die the death destined
to you
instead of crushing him
or imploding myself
for him to rearrange his fragments
for me to hope for all the levels
of coherence
I/we are capable of

bodies afraid or in love are the most intense
I want my body back
from your battlefield of delusions
your pain is not my pain
your despair is not mine
your manic refusal of touch
is still my manic capacity
to love wounds tragedies
aborted laughter
some words are mirrors
I'll keep writing to you
till there is no escape
from the clarity
of dawn:
all my love is of
no real use
to you