When the Tiger Came Down the Mountain

“When you love a thing too much, it is a special kind of pain to show it to others and to see that it is lacking.”

“My love has gone from me and I will never laugh again. My love has gone from me and she has taken all light with her. I sit in the moon viewing pavilion the hem of my sleeves wet from tears and I cannot see for the grief has stolen my eyes and I cannot speak for the grief has stolen my tongue. I sit weeping eyeless, tongueless without laughter and absent from light. I sit and wait for the answer that only my wife can give.”

“I am yours, and so I will be your light and your laughter. I am yours, so open your eyes to look at me, and open your mouth so that I may kiss it. I am yours, I am yours, and nevermore will I leave.”

Sapphic