Reunion

Fie! Fie!
Five fies upon your stead.
How her eyes wander, lost
in my face, how
her embrace so toothy, so grown.
More than years has it been,
more than distance, too many legs
ran. Fatigue has no words, breeds unfamiliar scents.

Where have you gone o friend?
O fir-tree, o nymph you whipper of men?
If she is you
(young woman, wife, and mother),
please give me a sign. Let us ride again,
with the plume of peacocks,
with iridescence and flair.

O friend,
I admit I am a pocketful of fear,
I have a sad roebuck-longing
in the center of my palms.

I wonder, if
perhaps she is you,
just like I am now me.
But together, will you want,
my sister Ouroboros,
to crawl backwards into the sun?



©hRj2008

I'm not happy with the wording. wtf. Atleast I'm back somewhat.