Proem to This

(Note: By "This" I am referring to the relationship with my Lover.
This is the first piece of a series which I hope you all will enjoy. 


I thought I'd start at the beginning...)









Annular
in the haven of a fetal posture
I pulsed florid
alone and unborn


Untouched until
    the timeliness of your advent
    the suddenness of your face


Wherein I extended
in a violin arch
of bridging air

spawning pave-lessly
so that I might find breath
And a way to translate my demons
into daemons

Birthed from an inanimate mother,
I sputtered a fervent blinking inquiry
beneath lashes and lids
so that my sight
might again be used for perception
of the perceivable


"Away with disbelief" you suddened
My atrophied ears heard firstly your voice
traveling open and genial in my direction

"Away with the heaviness
of your sanguine, roaring incubi
and the volume of these antiquated roots
far past their harvest

"Away with repentance
and the Death that lines
the green of your Elysian Fields
Release your grip on Ash-shaytan's
rigored-fingers

"This downular flight will not yet be your swan song"



      A foreboding thin line wavers
      A current bends
      A tree stills



"Ok" I replied

shaking



And then I took your hand
and you led my myopsia into darkness