Velvet or cotton or silk tempests’ gale
The vases Your breasts speak the image mundane
White raven in snow white alders pale plane
Laboratory of opals The water a trail
Pearls from the fish house displayed in the cage
cold of lauds blustering praise songs to night
murmurs of vapor the swords that alight
like the sea recollecting the spaces erased
and the needle that melts in the slivers of nails
water-borne centaur eyelid of my sleep
what country what closed habitations what keep
are the linings of silk marring stars like a veil
In the azurine eyes of the scarecrows are stakes
the rings on the roof clusters bellow up soot
stars in the hollow dead wheat underfoot
the mane of the mare with blue eyes, the pale lake
When the swords bar your body I will not seek for death
bars of darkness bars body body bowed blood in teeth
my stomach a forge my blind eyes fire-wreathed
blood on gums on the palate lungs blow burning breath
Draped in the darkness with arms cut away
in my thorax the organ wheezes its tune
childhood downpours the salt in the wounds
thunder in the garden flood fan water’s spray
On the outcrop the lightning bares trophies above
in the mirror white body more iron for the fire
autumnal veneries foxes howling as choir
dry leaves tell the legend the goldenrod glove