Written long (like decades) before I started playing LC but thinking of our games' "social" structure and mores here, hmmm, maybe might resonate... just hope ppl enjoy.
(1) Hero Worship
Your anticipated coolness
most worthy, oh so… wordlessly eloquent
an otherwise unstressed line
expressing my mediocrity
in fountains of doubt.
Your garments revile
unraveling the most persistent suitor.
PRAY you don't change,
else I'd never
(2) Where my dreams bleed
Every time you curl away
and every time I speak
the nightmare of you
away and unspeaking
sucks reality into the dream
carrying me upon the wild chargers
you deify and cherish,
to mist-bound and humid places
where the bare ankles of breakfast
and the bare-back breaker of day
dwell in shadows of violet intensity,
penciling the whipping limbs of your dance
and I do not interfere.
Here the expression of I /
finger at flesh
the impression of I/
blood to invest
are mane and sword together,
borne in our waterfall communion
defeated in skirmishing emotion
held in the sweat glazing your dance;
measured drops chill in the dry storage
of the ambiguous mind and body body language,
emblems for the repression of self-taught
a pike’s head edge
planted abreast the rushing charger.
A nightmare when you curl away,
every time I speak too clearly,
every time I speak undreaming.