What if...
Medusa had a heart of gold,
and cautiously she partook of
a lust-mad, ALMOST heartbleeding orgy,
and you knew this tale would be no
Beauty and the Beast.
But you were as lust-mad as they
and as heartbroken as she,
but just clueless, wondering
what is or is seen as weak to strong
or strong to weak.
She sees a chance in your sensibility,
and you smell her stench approaching;
eager arms that will putrefy. And you shrink,
head bowed begging "I'm sorry. Please leave"
wondering what to think.
"I will cover myself" she says
"for you, just for your company."
And you never felt knowledge
or spirit of survival's means,
and you feel your soul was often
a hideous snakey being.
But my snakey all desiring soul
in the nubile flesh of her heart has seen
in heartbreak a clarity:
the undealableness in everything;
how it could set you free.
Started while residing on McBride St. in Syracuse, NY; 1992, aged 24 or 25.
Writings By Erick Heins 