medusa & the blind woman

Medusa & the Blind Woman

By Rue

Love is a blind, godless thing, a young fruit ripped off its bud;

she withers red and spills out upon this altar of blood. 

kneeling, hands clasped, 

in devotion, she is: 

unseeing— 

of the crawling fetus of an evil, 

atop this queer cursed crown 

unknowing— 

of the heart against poison nestled 

her gaze kissing the quiet frown

unaware— 

like a windchime 

turns nature into music, and tears sea cold 

the blind woman 

defeats stone grief, and to the bruised heart she told “i love you, in myriad ways 

without fear, with utmost care” 

curse untranslated in the misty orbs, 

warm human hands cradled the soul 

lonely, aching, malleable to soft touch 

this is a revolution in unfold! 

the moonbeams fall to kiss the sea, 

the ocean rains to kiss the earth, 

the woman and the woman 

whispers, “you and me—” 

It cannot be erroneous to Love.