The Two-Faced Lover
From the forest
across a veil of mist
I hear his voice
a gentle whisper-like
song of words
somewhat like a touch
of hand on skin.
A soothing calm
heart melting
sweetness to the ear
and he was saying
my name
over and over.
I heard it through
the eyes of my
handsome moon lover
felt it on his lips
felt his breath
upon my neck
warm and tender
under a full moon
and sparks of fireflies
and Moon in silence.
I heard his voice
when he looked at me
in moonlight
when he wouldn't look at me
in daylight
when he hid
what he had done.
I heard his voice
in forest paths.
Dense tangled trails
of trees. flowers. life.
In this forest
they have created
a trap.
He speaks the lie.
He speaks through the eyes
of another one.
A beast whose mouth
smells of blood
and rot.
Its eyes are wild
and it snaps at me
dragging me to the ground
of its own hunger
and that is of devouring
the moon-lover
who looked at me
wouldn't he
couldn't he
look at me.
I've learned about fear
and pain
it's horror yes
my body shivers
under fur
under it
but there is rage there
too.
I have not named it
for myself.
He and it
try to do it for me.
But I will not let
him.
He speaks across
rivers of broken
bones and thick blood
claws that come from nowhere
on jaws of death and
thick sharp teeth.
Is this madness —
the madness of knowing
through the eyes of a hyena?
He was trying to fool me —
and I looked into his eyes
perhaps now I can escape him.
now I have looked back
seeing his face
twisted black snarling
bits of flesh
and strands of hair
I look to the sky
and see my fate
face covered with scars
and stained with blood
flows from the open wound
of my heart
to the earth
where it dries
and forms red stains
dull
and I shape them into a memory
of deep sorrow
nearly black.
His face has become mine
his voice in my head
as I look to the sky
the moon still shining
those are my eyes
full of moonlit tears
across the night air.
And I know
this madness
this human curse
this pain on my heart
and soul.
His voice fades from my
mouth
like smoke
and I understand.
I have seen the hyena
in the mirror of the water
when the sun makes
a reflection at dawn
and I can see myself
dying
across
a forest path
the madness of demons.
I did not look back in time.
And caught his eyes
in my own moonlight.
Threw myself on the grass
and ran and ran pp
until I could run
no more.
#Folklore #Africa #Love #poetry
© Sage Rage
across a veil of mist
I hear his voice
a gentle whisper-like
song of words
somewhat like a touch
of hand on skin.
A soothing calm
heart melting
sweetness to the ear
and he was saying
my name
over and over.
I heard it through
the eyes of my
handsome moon lover
felt it on his lips
felt his breath
upon my neck
warm and tender
under a full moon
and sparks of fireflies
and Moon in silence.
I heard his voice
when he looked at me
in moonlight
when he wouldn't look at me
in daylight
when he hid
what he had done.
I heard his voice
in forest paths.
Dense tangled trails
of trees. flowers. life.
In this forest
they have created
a trap.
He speaks the lie.
He speaks through the eyes
of another one.
A beast whose mouth
smells of blood
and rot.
Its eyes are wild
and it snaps at me
dragging me to the ground
of its own hunger
and that is of devouring
the moon-lover
who looked at me
wouldn't he
couldn't he
look at me.
I've learned about fear
and pain
it's horror yes
my body shivers
under fur
under it
but there is rage there
too.
I have not named it
for myself.
He and it
try to do it for me.
But I will not let
him.
He speaks across
rivers of broken
bones and thick blood
claws that come from nowhere
on jaws of death and
thick sharp teeth.
Is this madness —
the madness of knowing
through the eyes of a hyena?
He was trying to fool me —
and I looked into his eyes
perhaps now I can escape him.
now I have looked back
seeing his face
twisted black snarling
bits of flesh
and strands of hair
I look to the sky
and see my fate
face covered with scars
and stained with blood
flows from the open wound
of my heart
to the earth
where it dries
and forms red stains
dull
and I shape them into a memory
of deep sorrow
nearly black.
His face has become mine
his voice in my head
as I look to the sky
the moon still shining
those are my eyes
full of moonlit tears
across the night air.
And I know
this madness
this human curse
this pain on my heart
and soul.
His voice fades from my
mouth
like smoke
and I understand.
I have seen the hyena
in the mirror of the water
when the sun makes
a reflection at dawn
and I can see myself
dying
across
a forest path
the madness of demons.
I did not look back in time.
And caught his eyes
in my own moonlight.
Threw myself on the grass
and ran and ran pp
until I could run
no more.
#Folklore #Africa #Love #poetry
© Sage Rage