The Poet Queen Poem by Johnny Noir

If I should arrive with the fiery sunrise
Would you stay with me through the night?
And when the truth comes alive like a contented suckling child,
Would you bite me through the heart if I ask you to?
There are so many things to say to the sandman,
But he can't quite hear you through the waves—
I'd put you in touch with the devil himself
But he said he already knew you,
He said he met you at one of his balls
And I cried, oh, yes, she is the Poet Queen—
Slave to none and mistress of the myriad stars,
Oh, yes, he said, that's the One—
I knew her in December, in one of the bard's oft told tales
Of Faustus in the forest of green shade trees
That the little girls run and hide behind—
But now I am bleeding because your teeth are sharp—
Now I am in the future, a time traveler
With wings made of superstrings—
I walked with Christopher Marlowe in the deep woods,
Returning with old tales from the witches who live in the cave,
She was once a fairy queen but now that the apple full of worms
Has eaten her heart, I’ll live through days on distant ranges
Like a foolish cowboy I return to you, Poet Queen
Singing your song from your high window at noon
When the philosophers gather around and swoon,
Dancing the Tarantella while St. Vitas taps the beat
And she calls the tune matching him word for word
With soft unspoken breaths of cherry scented air—
I can't wait until I’m there on the surface of the moon,
Do I care about the color of her hair
Which the flames do their best to consume?
And now I return to you, Poet Queen of bees in Junes past,
To eat your baked and sugared apples with a spoon
And if I should arrive with the moonlight,
Would you survive through the day?
And when the truth kicks the door in will you escape
Through the Stained glass window of my ruined cathedral,
And will you bite me through if I ask you to
And chew me up like candied glue?