the warmth of the sun on a cold day
In epochs after the Daystar’s death,
while the cadaver of Sol III bloats in the liquid umbra of space,
I am here, watering your flowers
bathing in your apricity.
Rain Drunk
when summer shower
curtains divorce us from roles
I shall pray to you —
rain-drunk whispering
waters our bed of lilies
until mourning’s due
Study 00
between margins of suspended silver
you compose something short and esoteric
with only your eyes.
i scribble it down
in my periphery,
a student of Venus.
I summon you
to my cleanest mirror,
like Mary. Just where I love you:
at waist level.
I am your Lady of Shallot
loving you safely through glass.
Weaving what one eye permits
of Venus.
To Consume
Overwhelm and molest me.
You are my frenzied, elegant Mother.
Earth, I still beg
to be expended by you.