Ode to the Master

Esther: Animus

I will cut the bedclothes
into plain dark lines
and wear them tattered and stitched
about me,
until you love me as you should.

I will wear last years acorns
moldering and brown and pungent
hanging from my ears like yesterdays tears,
until you love me as you should.

I will sit my monthly days away
on forest floor mosses red and green
gracing earth's great birthing,
until you love me as you should.

I will sing with moaning, keening verses
all the pain we've suffered
wind borne hope I scatter,
until you love me as you should.

Hector: Anima

I will fill my lungs with burning ash
and blow the smoke of dragons
into the night skies waiting,
until you love me as you should.

I will fill my veins with artificial passion
and bellow rude and threatening
into the manmade landscape,
until you love me as you should.

I will pass my passion showering
alone and lonely guarded
against rigid expectations,
until you love me as you should.

I will listen to the verses
of the keening pain that passes
my head won't rise to greet hope,
until you love me as you should.