For Her

[Hematite12]

She is the Starry Twins, called Gemini,
That shine, are gazed upon:
The human eyes are fixed on them.
Should I pronounce the traits
Inherent in the Gothic gates-
The gargoyles perch and stare
With crimson, bloodshot eyes-
Behind which is a beating Heart,
A bloody, scarlet, living Heart?
Its veins draw from the heav’ns;
Its arteries imbue with life
And purpose this brown sphere,
This ugly mass of dirt,
This egg-shaped rock of perfect imperfections.
It feels the burden of
A thousand watching, stony stares.
Like Gaia, sucked of soma-life
By suckling wolves of its creation.
Why live the life of she who feeds?
Unwise it was of Gaia, that Eternal Healer-
Better are loyal dogs in supplication
Than leeches, born for blood.
The Mother suffers for her sin.
The Heart is siphoned of its life.
The Stars are pinned on coal-black slate
And gazed at,
Scrutinized,
And used.
Perhaps love is a zero-sum game.
Or at least the nature of the hounds necessitates:
She who loves, and bares her heart
Gambles.