"Come again to me. I will wait beneath the silverside of trailing ivy at the ice house." Surely you cannot resist a free taste of abandon. It was our first meeting place, do you remember? Why do you not hold it in reverence and wonder as I do? Escaped from Cook's all seeing eye I had dawdled over the task of fetching the ice she needed and then, there you were, talking to me as if I was the only one in the world who could know you.
"Can you speak in sign
language?" you had asked, but I did not know what you meant.Your touch
had played me like the notes of a music box, each finger stroking a
delicate note from my virgin drum. You were the Tutor of my desire and a
fire awoke in me, Pandoras curiosity, and unknowing, I became your
plaything. You made me swear an oath before the Green Man, knowing I
would not risk his displeasure.
" I am the secret keeper, and I hold my secret dear."
I came often to the woods with a ready catch of words and
gestures hoping to please you then and you had teased me out of my stays
with your gentle words and insistent fingers
" What lies
beneath the earths mantle?" said your sly fox smile, and then you warmed
me with your probing fingers and other objects of curiosity. We learned
our love through the seasons, mixed fire with ice, rolled in the
bluebells, crushing their scent to our bare skin, the barley turned its
ears to the music of your quickening groans resonating again and again
rising in duet with my own, Wheat bowed in longing towards our snatched
frenzied exertions under the bruised lightening skies of late Summer.
You planted a seed of longing in me then, but now do not tend it. Why?
Your marriage is a sham, you said so. You are a mirror of discontent,
yet cool disdain is all I see in your face now as I bring breakfast to
you and your new lady wife.
are come. Into my arms, my Lord, complete me. Can I guess how much you
want it? I see your stiffness salute under the strain of silk. Fish deep
into my cave of wonders and I will show you what it feels like to have
molten glory at the core. She is ice and cannot melt for you like I do.
The fire you laid in me burns still, if only you will stoke it my Lord.
We are one, a beast with two backs that must be united in praise of The
Green Man. He blessed our union of secrets.Why do you hold me at arms
"What is the code to creation?" you ask
me. In the glowing dim light of the ice house I step back, confused,
and look to you to teach me again while I hold steady to the saw blade.
"To hold safe your vows, your rings, your babies teeth. My loyalties lie
elsewhere now Martha, you must understand. My lady is with child."
"No matter Lord we are still one. Hold my eyes, my hands. Don't
turn your back, don't look the other way I beg you, you cannot know what
I am capable of. This love will turn on itself. No!"
Why did you not heed my warning? I cannot be held responsible for this.I
see the life drain from you and know that the flames of passion are
extinguished. We are both at peace then.
Is there blood on the knife? I wipe the serrated edge on your sleeve and sink to my knees in the crimson ice.
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