Poem at Thirty-Six
past midnight i am here reclining on a magical bed scribbling trifles & fooleries after snatching a line or two from the lyric lips of my Sapphic muse every minute a bewitching moment of remembrance i am here searching measuring the sky’s symmetry repainting Van Gogh’s Starry Night with lilting words too naked to be spoken i am here here i am feeling someone charting mapping the constellations & the contours of her body i am here here i am Pinabli wet my dreams with your crimson kiss O brown goddess ere i turn into clay