Letters from the Other Side of the Rain.

Dear Humanity,

You've probably been wondering where I've been. You know, the usual sorts of places. The places wizards used to go when they were looking for a quest. Behind the sky. On the other side of the rain.

Well, I've been doing various things. These will be explained, I hope, with these stories, poems, etc..

Leaning on a Lamp Post

I'm leaning on a lamp post
I'm living on a prayer
I'm the daughter of a daydream
I'm the lover of despair.

He comes into my bed at night
He pulls the covers back
He whispers love songs in my ear
Some sibilant sneak attack.

I'm a starving Paris artist
I'm a dying mother's scream
"One look tells you everything
Except what you have seen."

I'm doing disco dance steps
I'm shivering on the street
I'm down and out in terms of life
I've lost with the elite.

The unknown in the equation
I'm the cryptic hieroglyph
I wish I was stark black and white
My greatest want is this:

To be leaning on a lamp post
To be living on a prayer
As the children of our daydreams
With you wrapp'd round me there.

Fear my dumped fourteen year old angst! RAAAH!

I stayed up all night writing a sestina. I don't know if I like it.

Bluebeard Sestina

A coldness burns inside of me. Let it ache
And do not tell the world the hopeless truth -
Or shall I tell it you? To you, my love?
The stories of the torn apart, the rent
Half lies shown false, the corpses of the kiss.
We will have no more lies - it was a rape.

You took me soft and sighing, made me rent
And I knew not, and I believed in love
As you believed yourself. There was no truth
In all we knew. You say you grieve, you ache.
I doubt it not - who knew it was a rape?
Not I, I was entrancéd with your kiss.

Oh, wilt thou darkling leave me? Leave this truth
A bloody scene, caused by a trivial rape?
Oh, lies are kinder, then. A lie's a kiss
For selfishness. It leaves behind no ache,
No pain, no hurt, and yet no thing to love!
What good were your lies, then? My heart is rent.

But I could claim you back, that's the truth
Could have you in my own, subtler rape
I have wished to tear you apart, to rent
Limb from lovéd limb till naught's left but ache
That I hold for a treasured, evil love.
No, I want not your death. I crave your kiss.

Still, still, falls the quiet blacked rain, love
Pattering a penance, a raindrop rent
The sky before me, and I shook - God's truth! -
In anticipation of the new ache
That of the indecisive. Was it rape?
Or am I a fool to term so that kiss?

I must live with this everpresent ache
A wound half healed, unhealed but by a kiss
From those lips that I slandered, crying "Rape!"
Or was I right? Oh, God, but I am rent
In two, and double vision can't see truth.
Oh, let me look into your soul, my love!

Our rape had gone both ways, to own the truth
Doomed from the starting kiss, and we were rent.
Yet still I ache to say, "Goodbye, my love."

Kisses,
Kat