Catharsis Chronicles

Collage of Contusions | Ivy and Wine

Was I drunk and strangled or loved then freed or both

Photo by Derek Ramsey from Creative Commons

Ivy and Wine

was I drunk and strangled
or loved then freed
or both

the mind loses tracks
like love’s footprints

derailments of effect
ratchet pruning fingers

dear holy healer Chiron
the smell of your fur
I come to you again
to the cave of origins

as both father and mother
as first among Centaurs
you found me in that ditch
with infected dirty hooves
mange ringworm mites
bites smelling like pus

you raised me as your own
bathed in head waters
streams of unbroken continuity
away from the judgement
of the pleasingly formed

took me broken
a bent backwards facing head
you took my burden
of acid burns
understanding…