You were my lover
until the night that you weren’t.
You called me Janet…
in the green shaded sunlight streams
(like a stained glass painting)
where we ran naked
beneath that haunted woodland canopy.
I, daring to travel
to forbidden places
which our fathers forbade…
to pluck the rose
whose thorns did prick,
beading blood from innocent skin.
On that final night
you called me Lynn…
(my misspelled middle name)
when I appeared naked before you
on the edge of twilight forest storm clouds;
there, where I was deflowered
by a fairy queen’s decree.
It was there,
in the shadow of such
bewildering and bruising beauty
that you abandoned me,
never to return.
As I had been counseled,
I held tight to myself
when you would have
let me go…
And being unsaved,
I saved myself,
even as you faltered
and fled.
True, I haunted that place
on the following,
on the morrow,
as I brushed past tree limbs
still wet with last night’s
cleansing rain.
I walked to the spot where we’d smoked;
the remains of last night’s victims,
the evidence which proved
that last night’s disaster
had indeed taken place…
a world shattering event
which we have never discussed.
That woodland fairyland
is a cursed place
which returns
to haunt my dreams.
That night I had been transformed
into many creatures,
into many forms,
burned away to nothing
and reborn from the ashes.
Janet and Lynn united in a pairing
you could not possibly conceive of.
And thus combined,
and bereft of your touch,
I stumbled into the morning
to learn what we’d become.
Written by Jason Wright
October 7, 2019
For Michael C.