Notes From The Fantasy Land

Are the bracelets a bondage, or protection for self?
Has she wisened with age , or remained beautiful as elf?
The lasso of truth, does it liberate or bind?
By disappearing from my life, was she violent or kind?

Can the pain be for real, when the healing is so fast?
Will the adamantium in my body for centuries last?
Am I an animal, a weapon, or something worse still?
When I howl each night, was it from guilt, did I kill?

I'm Marvel, She's DC, Can we meet mid way?
What about Steve and Jean, don't they have a say?
Isn't it best for us, to inhabit our separate worlds?
Weren't we lies to begin with, weren't we merely words?

It started as a fantasy, need it end as one?
To the angel in my life - can I too be one?

On a Full Moon's Night

In all its glory, in all its youth,
in a form that's rounded, silky and smooth,
like a newly formed drop, that will disappear soon,
I wait with trepidation, the waning of the moon.

Separated through ages, distanced by fate,
your light has been shining, but reaching me late,
my heart is so heavy, it can bend a spoon,
I pine to catch a glimpse, the far side of the moon.

Teasing like a grape, that's just beyond reach,
bitter and cold, charming and bleak,
mesmerized by her beauty in one fell swoop,
I scrutinize with impunity, the dark spots of the moon.

With blood on my hands, my heart still croons,
I watch with equanimity, the eclipsing of the moon.