Charibdis’ missing

Far away
I hear Scylla singing.
Just for me.
I’ve tried
to cover my ears,
but the beast
keeps reaching in.

Longing for something
I don’t quite see.
For someone
I’ve never kissed.
For a little bit
of church wine
in your tears.

Chinese games,
the soul fades
beyond the sunset.
Tie me up,
pour the wax,
let me pass
Through.

Finished on 07-24-2002