Tomorrow Shall Not Have Us

Let us meet at dusk tonight

under the boughs of an ancient willow

with only a raven and a brown recluse for companions.

Fear not. The spider will not touch us,

unless we should fail in our pact.

The raven will bear witness.

Let us write the stories of our tortured lives,

under the light of twenty jet black tapers,

on sheaves of brittle birch bark,

with ink made from our blood and tears,

and bind them with cords

made from strips of our clothing.

Let us visit our lovers’ houses while they sleep,

and steal their hair from their hairbrushes,

and with a needle made of whale bone,

weave it into our skin in the shapes of their names,

and write goodbye messages with lipstick on their mirrors,

and cut our hair and burn it in their sinks.

Let us get drunk on green absinthe

and scratch each other

with shards from our broken glasses

and lick each other’s tainted blood

off our wrists, our thighs, our tongues

and feed each other the taste of our regrets.

Let us run naked into the wheat field

and smash the stalks with our bloodied feet,

into a message that only the sky will see,

while we collect the dried stalks

and use them to make a bed within our words

with our bundled birch memoirs for pillows.

Let us surround the bed

with our guttering black candles

and lie together hand in hand

under the moonless sky

and count and curse the stars that

once carried our now broken dreams

Let us kick over the candles at midnight

and set ablaze our humble straw bed

and let us make love as our pyre burns

as we burned for those who left us

and let us conceive a child, one perfect soul

who will never become fate’s plaything

Let us be consumed in flame

and as dawn’s first light touches us

and morning’s first breeze lifts our ashes into the air

and carries our souls to oblivion

let us know that tomorrow will never harm us

as yesterday did

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About Eric Kovach

Spiraling out of control~~~~~~o
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15 Responses to Tomorrow Shall Not Have Us

  1. I love this one, e. so beautiful. It made me feel SO MUCH. Wow. You have a gift! ❤

  2. Cynthia says:

    Great imagery and sense of movement throughout.

  3. Chatty Owl says:

    Magical. Its like a land of fairies and pixies and happy green vines with unicorns. In suffering.
    Amazing.

  4. Robyn Lee says:

    Eric, truly mesmerizing – so much here… can read it over and over. Powerful and intense… deep and moving. Thank you! Love to you ~ RL

  5. wow, so beautiful.

    this is the second time in as many weeks, i have heard about the powers of absinthe..

  6. Holy Shit! Yes, let’s!!!!

  7. potterfan97 says:

    WOW! Best poem I have read in a long time! 🙂 You are extremely talented!

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