Dark Ariel Poem by James McLain

She of the eyes like mine, obsidian.
With a mouth of the black coral red, so dark.
Her hair; a cloud of black thunder.
Handles about its noble head to she it belongs.
Around its center, moves Its hands and bearing
of greenhouses are eternity's.
Her back of silk and snow-covered face,
stands his/her marble column.
It is to be timeless,
Teeth of his flesh and her extreme steel finger.
His is the whole world to be crushed Under
her ivory heel.
Breathe its perfume in her flower,
Too set adrift this passion at sea.
There its salt-soft kisses.
Places are freely and imprisoned spirits.
Her lips are carried and prepared in balance
to strike silence with its windy song;
A slow discord of thunder.
That will put too flight most crowds.
Its members, in naked splendour all that is pure to scorn.
All the gods forgotten,
Since the day; she was born.
Their temples are as by-paths, On what bare feet go.
Their formal garments are like plaits her hair long
On the ground before its dis tractors.
The seas could call his/her a sister\brother,
the winds dare not to speak their name.
Although the stars were born and perish.
she will be always, his identical.
How terrible such wast their beauty!
This/Their form given into by madness,
a cold and spectral she\his goddess.
That plays with each memeber, 'Goth' goastly spectral.