Post Divorce Tarot Reading: A Courtship Trifecta
My heart spills over the challis rim.
Silence ushers in
the blue devil to build
his playground in my mind.
Guilty bishops beat at the back door.
Babies’ cries clatter in my ear, where
no one else can hear sounds of years
gone before me.
The queen whispers, instructs.
Focus. Just close your eyes and focus.
Seek the truth inside, Dear. Open.
Freedom. She sings a glorious tune,
echoing softly in each drop of drizzle,
rain from the raven’s sky, perfect
simpatico to the page’s dagger.
She feeds me olives, chocolate and brie.
But nothing quite rivals the sweet
taste of orange blossoms, her bosom.
The prince holds my hand, reassures me,
watches our first kiss, our first touch,
our first plunge into strange
yet familiar flesh.
I revel in new found delights,
enjoying both his primal strength
and her tender touch.
Watching. Longing to revisit the taste,
remnants of her steamy froth
lingering in his whiskers.