Once on the hill of Calvary.
Climbing through the bloody terrain of her mind, she became snagged by the tasty memory of her lover’s mossy skin. She acquiesced and settled into the briar they had planted. A circlet of grey earth, stardust and marigold petals hovered a measured inch above her crown. The demon toying with her soul jostled to grab the crown and toss it into the sea, below.
Once in a life.
In a time when the sun was spirit filled high and the rainfall built up to an evening firework crescendo. A pendulum man with the face of a Botticelli angel and Wakan strength, traversed (sweat filling his bright shoes) the goat trail that lead to the stucco walls of the Villa di bellezza e la forza. He came on a single trip, to imprint his eyes on all the doorways of her life.
Once the search is over.
Buzzards pressed the alarm button loosening the memory grip. The taste of his orange rind tongue lingered on her tongue. She caressed the rock face to her own and smiled her heart out. Wilting in the hallucinating heat, she stumbled upon the blue flower pinnacle. A burning bush voice injected words directly into her mind, ‘he will never return’. She cried a new born heart and she gave birth to wings.