Visitor

 

I sang to your flute.

The drums of the night

beat in our chests.

Our hearts balls of flame

that we danced around

and around with each

ecstatic breath

when under stars she came.

Jaundiced skin, wearing only bones

her hair a river of flesh hanging long

to her feet, pointed ears

and octopus eyes, she

gangled into our Circle.

My mouth opened then

and my throat

bubbled over, let loose

a wail, a marvelous

clear, effervescent

sparkling WAIL

that many moons now

have not forgotten.