“I desire the things which will destroy me in the end…”The Journals of Sylvia Plath, p. 23
It’s you I’m thinking ofJo Shapcott, Of Mutability
Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon, and each month it cries
for a love it will never reach.
When the layers subside
and the fortune is empty,
the pigment of our days
will echo pure
and I will be nowhere
if not with you.
On a day when fate and time stood witness
two star crossed lovers breathed their last.
They say witnessing a falling star
fulfils any wish,
but these two stars fell to earth
wishing only to belong to each other.
We shall meet when the setting sun
and rising moon appear together in the sky.
The sky will change colour,
and all will be bathed in an orange glow.
Winds of desire will blow
And thundering clouds will fill the skies.
Dry leaves will murmur
and untimely rains will wash the earth.
All that will remain will be
the fire of love in our hearts.
On that day
we will become one
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.