medieval maiden
come
lead me
into your wilderness of thought
where your soul is caught and scattered
between the brambles
and I will see your emotions
juxtaposed by withering petals
and bloodred reaching thorns
draw me
into the depths of your
subconscious forest
where the marriage of death and life
intertwines its dance around us
and we are on all sides surrounded
held in tight be huge green
and barren
trees of knowledge
laced
interconnected
by the dark brown
snakeskin skeletons of vines
dare me
daunt me
in sudden movements
my everslow attempts
to follow your darting dancing figure
as your laughter echoes around me
and I turn
dizzied wide-eyed
to catch a glimpse of what you're taunting with
your mind
catch my breath in sharp
as you sudden stop before me
and your face hangs suspended
frozen and parallel with mine
as the silence swells through the vortex
into a screaming shimmering note
breaking us
shattering our bodies
copyright 1995 by Ginger Pierce Davis