The conversation went quite well
Until it took a turn.
I mentioned I was always reading,
And quickly I did learn
That you were not there just to chat –
All you did was yearn
For that I did not wish to give
And that which I would spurn.
“I’ll read to you” you said to me,
And to that I replied:
“What would you read? Some poetry?
Set bedtime stories aside.”
The answer that I got was quick
And highly unexpected –
Here, as follows, what you said:
“I’d read something romantic.”
“I’d read something romantic,
to increase our libido.”
I balked, I froze, I couldn’t speak –
All I thought was “No.”
“Dial it back!” I said with rage,
Then deleted the app.
And, I admit, I should have known
That I’d receive such crap
Well here, something for you, good sir –
Perhaps it will seem frantic:
But how about “Go fuck yourself” –
How’s that for romantic?
Whyfor must the kraken sleep
Beneath the waves of the rolling sea?
And whyfor when he revives
must he die on surface dry?
The prophecy of the end of days
Says he will rise up above the waves
And with glorious, magnificent splash
Upon the sand draw his last breath.
But down so deep in darkest black
Where now the massive creature lies-
What does he dream of?
Ships, of pulling men to their deaths-
To swallow them whole, retreat to the depths?
Of sun, blue skies, of warmth and light?
And stars that shine in darkest night?
But the beast can never see the sky
For in the darkness he must lie.
I found a key
Unlocked your heart
But instead of opening
It fell to pieces
Put your books back in your room
Sweep the floor – you have a broom
To buy a couch would be nice too
And fix those damn chairs with some glue
You shut the car door with shaking hands and stuff your keys in your pocket. The tension is high and you can feel your anxiety, which coils itself around your body like a large, oily black snake, twisting itself around your shoulders and neck and ever tightening, whispering in your ear that nothing is fine, no one you love is safe. With great effort, you turn on your heel and begin walking up a gravel path, eyes fixed straight ahead and shoulders slightly hunched. The snake whispers again – Go back. You cannot rid yourself of me.
Dark evergreens loom in the distance, growing ever taller with each step that you take towards them.
Go back. This is futile. This changes nothing.
A deep, shaking sigh. A trembling hand reaches out and touches, ever so lightly, the trunk of the first tree. The bark is rough, cool. The snake hisses.
You continue walking through the woods, moving away from the edge and going deeper, admiring the patches of sunlight that filter through the canopy and how it glitters when you look up through the leaves. You breathe deeply, smelling the pines and the earth, and the snake slips off of your neck, spitting venom, but its whispering is weaker now, tinged with fear and desperation, though you find yourself still listening – You should go back… This will not help. It cannot help.. No one is safe…
A sharp cry breaks you from the snake’s spell and you look up through the canopy, catching a glimpse of a hawk gliding in circles, a small dot in a bright sky. A smile twitches at the corner of your mouth and your neck releases some of its tension. You breathe deeply again, looking back ahead, and continue walking. The woods are still but for a rushing in the distance and you head towards it. The snake is quiet.
The rushing becomes a roar as you approach it, and you arrive at the edge of a small pool, a great waterfall plunging into its depths. The water in the pool is clear, and you crouch down next to it, gazing, taking in the greens and browns and blues of the rocks below. You reach out and trail your fingers along the surface, tentatively at first, for the snake still has hold of your shoulders, and the water is cold, but you dip your hand in further anyway. The snake reels and lets go of your torso, coiling on your shoulders and spitting angrily in your ear. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? THIS IS FUTILE. THIS WILL NOT —
A cool mist floats in the air, catching rainbows as it dances toward you from the waterfall. You stand, snake still screaming, and open your arms as it comes closer, breathing deeply and cocking your ear away from the snake, turning your head in its direction.
“Shut up.” You say, as the mist washes over you.
The snake writhes, it shrieks. It lets go and falls to the ground, ever thrashing, and retreats, back out of the woods. Your shoulders loosen, you close your eyes, sit back down, and the mist caresses you, cleanses you. You stretch your legs and arms, feeling their freeness, and a real smile returns to your face, which is now wet with mist as well as tears of relief. There is no noise but that of the waterfall, which fills your ears with bright white swirls and sends tendrils through your brain that clear all thought. The shaking has long since stopped and you remain still, relaxed, for a long time, breathing in the rainbows from the mist, losing the anxious, black mud from your lungs.
After what seems like an eternity, a lifetime, you open your eyes again, your vision clear, taking in all of the beauty around you. You don’t want to leave, but you know you must. With a sigh, you stand and turn back towards where you came from. You know the snake waits for you by your car and you bite your lip, but the mist caresses your shoulders, whispers.
Do not be afraid, the snake is a sad and tortured creature. You are safe. The people you love are safe.
You smile, the waterfall sings.
Come here again, you are always welcome. We will heal you.
You look once again at the pool, nodding at the waterfall. Then, after this last glance, you turn and begin the walk back to your car, calm, rejuvenated, filled with courage. Until next time. You think, thank you.
At your car, the snake is nowhere to be seen, at least for now. There is only a light mist on the windshield.
The Tea: Organic Red Velvet Caffeine Free Tea, Brew La La Tea.
Water Temperature: 212° (boiling)
Steep Time: 5-7 minutes
Milk/Sugar: I put in neither.
Ingredients: Organic Rooibos, organic hibiscus, organic rose petals, natural cherry flavor, natural vanilla flavor
Aroma: Almost sugary scent with essence of vanilla. A delicious smell.
Taste: Sweet, followed by the earthy flavor of the rooibos. It is a smooth and rich cup that reminds one of a high end tea party.
Would I venture to buy a whole box?: Yes. I am not a big rooibos drinker, but this tea was very pleasant and I quite enjoyed the cup that I had.
Overall score: 4/5 stars
The Tea: Beethoven Melange®, TeeGeschwendner.
Water Temperature: 212° (boiling)
Steep Time: 2 minutes
Milk/Sugar: I put in milk, but you can feel free to add sugar as well or neither!
Ingredients: Black tea, green tea, flavor, rose petals, jasmine petals, sunflower petals, vanilla
Aroma: A sweet, floral smell, backed with black tea bitterness.
Taste: Floral with a slightly tangy bite. There is a sweetness that comes through due to the many types of flower petals. A lovely and fragrant tea.
Would I venture to buy a whole box?: I would – this is one of my favorite teas. It is smooth, not overly bitter, and has such a unique and wonderful floral component. I always enjoy a cup of Beethoven Melange®.
Overall score: 5/5 enthusiastic stars