Caribbean Dream

    Avast, Mr. Sparrow!  A pirate's life, indeed.  I took my pain and ran with it, all the way through that dark life I lead.  They came while watching Pirates of the Caribbean, those scenes from a memory.  Those pure, dark, adventurous eyes.  I’ll never forget them stealing my soul as he looked back over his shoulder.  They were the eyes of Pluto eclipsing the sun from Chiron.  He smiled, mocking any sense of danger I felt, abandoning all sense of fear- welcoming death, insanity, and the jolt of his awakening.  He laughed in the face of fear.  Losing uncertainty.  Such a strong, bold, witty man.  Avast!  Any last words fore ye walk the plank?  He possessed something well beyond rage.  The fire that burned inside his heart, the fire that had replicated itself through night after night of loneliness, had consumed his sense of purpose.  He longed for the danger.  Oh, the unforgettable fire under the waning, wilting sun!  This was not a blind rage.  This was a superior ability to let that which does not matter become erased by his will.  This was a very dangerous man, with nothing to lose.  A pirate indeed.  I will always remember those eyes, and I shall take them with me to my grave.
    Spanish fleet a comin'!  Start fast!  Secure the masts, haul the riggins!  It's those faraway lands I long for most.  Lost in the West Indian labyrinth of ships and islands, with nothing but my vessel and a broken compass to guide me.  Say lad, drop me a q'art o' rum there!  The lunacy, the fire, the freedom.  Alas Barbarossa, we meet again.  I've longed for the opportunity to shave your head with this- me steady cutlass.  Arrr.... En guarde, ye bloody sea-goblin!  O'er the ship and into the deep, ye best lay! 
    And then she came, and the light shown down on those dark eyes with a sudden lift.  At that moment I understood the power of instant love.  When two pairs of eyes meet each other for the first time, at the same moment, and without any sense of knowing the person before-hand.  Or had I known her all along, in lives before this one?  It was a look of desperation she gave me.  The knife in my heart was given a thrust, penetrating deeper into the the crib of my spirit.  I became the torrent, the rage, the fire, and forced myself into her arms by killing every single cully aboard the blasted ship that held her in chains.  Then I sailed us to an isolated island that also must have been lost in this labyrinth underneath the sun.  What have ye, my love?  What is it ye hold that makes me so... so light?  And there we made love under a hanging palm tree, with the smell of pine and sea waste embalming us... and the resin!  The rum!  The woman!  She smelled of a thousand blossoming rhododendrons waiting to be caressed.  How could I, such a vile insolent, be subject to this... This Goddess that could not have possibly come from this world?  And so our love was born.  The orgasmic sensations of our bodies intertwining took the pain from my heart and flooded my entire body with it.  It became an agent of healing, this love, this former thorn in my spine.  And through all the bewilderment, hostility and euphoria, I saw in her the eyes of myself, a reflection of my desire to run wildly away from this circus of a world, with its hasty judgements and high standards.  So we sailed the world, never to look back on the lives we once led, lives that had made us feel dead inside. 
    Death, I embrace thee, sacrament of pleasure and pain.  Kiss me goodnight, fair love.