Eyes Open and Wants Exposed

We started in the mud,
after rekindling Beltane fires snuffed by everyday rain,
the Maypole still wet.

We invited flesh and spirit to have their way with us.

“This only comes once a year,” I said to me then.
But that me (all covered in mud for May Day,
eyes closed and opened wants) she forgot,
she forgot everything that didn’t come
with him in it.

Thoughts of him are all over me now, always…
his words on my hips, always, always
him…

in the evening, on the dining-room table… him.

When reason is smashed to pieces
and lust is
neurosis dominated by love… him,
that is all I see—

his mind…
in
me.

This year, if rain won’t caress my Beltane fires, I will
spill wine in the dirt to make a bed of mud. To have him
all over me (eyes open and wants exposed), that is all
I want to see—

in the evening, on the dining-room table… him,
always him, neurosis dominated by love… him,

his words…
his mind…
in me.

 

borrowed from Trancetral

 

expanded from this slighted mad-looking acrostic blackout poem
(you can read a bit more about the blackout itself here).

 

– linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

 

61 thoughts on “Eyes Open and Wants Exposed”

  1. Anybody got a cigarette?

    Damn girl, that was mighty fine love and lust rolling around in the mud there. The repetition adds to the breathless feel. They function like punctuation to the crescendos alluded to in the piece.

  2. Well this is the prefect Beltane pen. The horned God and the Goddess getting all down and dirty in the mud. Superb.

  3. Oh this is perfect for the season… the madness and magic (sometimes I think that’s the same thing)… the mud and the wine… have a wonderful May Day, and hope the fire is kindled for you.

  4. she forgot,
    she forgot everything that didn’t come
    with him in it…

    This is the way to celebrate the gift of life. Sexy and sassy!

  5. Not just passion, pure and alive, but yearning, possession and the longing to be possessed–is there any other kind of love? Well, maybe…but I like this kind. I especially like “..she forgot everything that didn’t come
    with him in it..” and the spilling of wine to make a bed of mud.

  6. I see Kerry beat me to the line…can you tell I never read comments til after I write mine? Anyway, sorry to double quote, but it really is good enough to stand it. 😉

  7. I don’t remember May Day and dancing round the maypole being like this, Magaly! I love the magic in this poem and the line: ‘We invited flesh and spirit to have their way with us’ leads into a spiral of desire. I especially enjoyed the lines:
    ‘This year, if rain won’t caress my Beltane fires, I will
    spill wine in the dirt to make a bed of mud. To have him
    all over me (eyes open and wants exposed), that is all
    I want to see—’
    You are on Beltane fire!

  8. Nothing better than a poet being bent over a table…

    working on those couplets.

    Love this. Here’s mud in your eye.

  9. Incredibly passionate write 💜 I love “When reason is smashed to pieces and lust is neurosis dominated by love… him,
    that is all I see.” I shall be back to delight in more readings of this one 😊

  10. I am never observing Beltane again if it leads to a mud bath, or mud whatever. Being very literal, all I can imagine is grinding wet sand, which ultimately chafes. And then dries, and….and….well, you know. 🙁 Damn being so literal. I miss so much!

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