You would think, by the way they tell our tale today,
That it happened at all once, the way my husband disfigured me,
Despoiling me of my humanity even while He reveled into it.
You would think I died just so I could rise again, in His arms, to last longer.
But no, it’s close enough but not the truth.
We were … together and that’s all what it was.
In existing side by side alone we were two halves of the same thing,
And we became more and more of that, every day.
My insanity and His sanity chasing each other,
As hunter and prey,
Or maybe as masks of the same release,
The Seducer and The Seduced trading places until we didn’t remember the difference between my perdition and his rediscovered innocence.
And it was those days I woke up covered in blood,
enclosed in the greedy, cherished prison of His arms
Only sky and trees as our home’ roof,
Only the butchered limbs of the beasts we had tore apart side by side in the night as our company,
And the forest was silent and infinite before the terrifying scream of our joined lust,
That I knew myself for the first time.
His nurse and His mother and His slayer… I was the hands that re-made my god.
I was Ariadne!
Most Holy, Most Terrifying creature -
A monster with a tender heart!
And I understood finally,
How much of a gift was my madness.
How precious it was, this blessing
Of having nothing standing in the way of dancing with my fate.
How would have any sane woman not recoiled before the impossible arrogance of this truth?
And I heard Death gliding slowly toward me…
But not to ruin the happiness of our wild nest,
Only to make it complete.
Because I am Ariadne,
The other half of His Mysteries,
And there’s no part of My Beloved that can ever be a stranger to me.
It flows in Our shared blood,
Through Our shared heart,
As much the purest essence of Life does.
Hieros Gamos … just the word to say it -
Nature consigned Us to Each Other,
So We could be two sides of the same coin and yet … the very same reality.