In that moment the suitor realized He had made a dire mistake Misjudged an ear for kindness A soul for humanness Misunderstood dark gates And silent patience As partner to his own heart. He lay there spent, exhausted Given as if fire: burnt Yet still she craved for more, Yearned for more, Asked for more, yelled for more, Of which he had none left. She reared her head like a wild stallion Naked at the breast Flushed with rage and rapid coldness She grabbed her icy dagger No choice but to accept the sentence; Suitor was no more.
Love turned to ice Torn from it’s cave Ribs clutching veins Cavernous thoughts Soiled floor No longer beating Lay the heart Of the North Sea Queen Upon her nightstand Of blackest of stones.
Alone she sat Eyes to the heavens An empty void Collapsing around her In a symphony Of North Sea Wind Finding hollows Within the North Sea Castle Reminding all lovers To beware Icy grips of torture Lay upon the brow; Deep winter’s birth.
One by one Suitors came bundled Inexperienced, undermanned, Incapable of holding Court with frost Who all left lifeless, Vague and soulless, Unable to escape That same grip Which tore thy love – Ribs clutching veins.
I’m alone here, Not waiting for anyone. This is the show space; This is my call. So when I lean up against the wall Take a double notice man, This isn’t curtain call This is a casual evening stroll… Saddled and suited Eyein up the ninety suitors, Oh everybody comes a calling When I’m up against the wall.
There were five impressions there that day Two belonged to the Emperor King Child though he was, vast was his arm One belonged to the lady tea dealer Powdered face and blood red kimono Shimada and the Golden Lotus Black trim like a bleeding matchbox The fourth belonged to the fat man Hojiju Business tycoon but despicable patron Beard so long it caught fallen crumbs A neck so indulged it sweat on its own A stomach sized so large it was custom made His breath so grotesque nearby flowers wilted
And the fifth, sigh.. the fifth Well, the fifth is a story Designed for only respectable ears Those ears entirely ready to be cured To be enlightened upon a new journey Through and over finer paths in life Along shallow waters edge Where the spring tips of sakura blood Flutter in the wind to float on away
The fifth is a story of love and then lost A heart that danced so lightly on lilies In the sweet summers pond, so lively with life A story of silent bicycles rolling through Low hanging lanes of public parks Along delightful gardens intricately cared for Dazzling with brilliant colors Like a van Gogh day lit dream
And when love effects them When love finds it’s sacred ground amongst Great boulder rocks and tiny bonsai When love settles the folds of a deep blue kimono Flushing the face free of all blood With tender thoughts of a young brides countenance Then, at that moment is when the fifth enters Along with its strong jawed suitor In new business formal
But it wasn’t there that the fifth stopped its journey A sleek rickshaw and a sturdy set of legs Cobbly streets and dimly lit alleys Hushed movements behind closed rice paper dividers And sandals displayed in all sorts of hurry Emotions rolling down the window like raindrops in the night Comforting morning departures, comforting silence Comforting ebb and flow, engagement Rolling through like smoke From a freshly extinguished candle Escaping out through ill-fitting woodwork Of ancient architecture And passing through the heart of a lamenting maiden Deep amongst the last haiku Beside tokens with memories Beneath bamboo thatched covers Protected by fine silken layers
Here lies the fifth Forbidden from all eyes but two Forbidden from all hearts but one Forbidden from all souls but one Forbidden and almost forgotten But sacred, and coveted And lost
