an eye that forms like
a forehead kiss,
a focus.
a beam to home.
crystallizing like some
otherworldly jelly man-o'-war
it will opalesce
on either side, symmetrical like
cross-or-diamond pattern rays
from Venus' evening rise.
lush, the green of life
in April thaw; the precious plush
of bright on sight.
fluid and alive
as ever ago-
womb and tomorrow.

fear swept off the soles now,
dirty feet in peace.
obedience is a brilliant-cut
and blazing gift that rests
between her breasts.
I want you to smell the sweeping open sky again,
taste the wild hills like wine
crushed in your
simple cup.

which is the wisest way
to waste your life
on bold but small mistakes?
I'll gladly, coyly play
Leningrad, Versailles,
Jordan River, West Virginia,
civil war and Roman rule
never again!

I will find my breath
beneath your branches,
shaded by
your brow.