Harvest Mead

The harvest mead coaxes again,

redefining the meridian of these wants;

polarizing the heretical Polaris

of this heart.

Remain ensnared by the potentiality:

the beauty ensconced 

amidst the fraying modalities.

Quavering tempestuously within a mutable mind—

savoring sustenance while it lasts;

re-forging identity within the prism of the night.

Let the twilight pulse surge serendipitously tonight,

for a moment’s flicker exists within these breathes—

this gaseous exchange, the currency of our

need.

Let desire guide us along this meandering path,

for this destination breeds promise.

If that possibility thrums precarious,

let whatever strands, flickering & persistent,

guide the axis of this amorous repose.

In the morning light

all is known;

in those laborious, stertor drones

affection grows.