Heather T

for the love of night

Perhaps Galileo was seduced
By vespered diamonds flung
Above the vermilion gloaming
One Mesmerist, musing, strung
To tempt terrestrial chains…
Delirious with rumors of stars
Nightswept in sylphlike dances
I wade into the endless moon
Where sibyls cast their glances

 

rocking unborn in her sea

fingers of night peel film after film

of pale corporeal scarf

stripped to tremored soul

nudely gold stars glisten

and curve to her obsidian folds

 

loosed in the gauze

of her seduction

 

these milky tendriled galaxies

weep stark froth against skin

of sky thighed ebon beauty

as she permits the comets

to lick their blue lapped flames

trailing dust across her heavens

 

making restless vapors

of men\'s celestial dreams

 

I sip her dark mystery

evoking notes I never knew

the glide of spectral strings

in sway of twilight mirrors

riding aural ecstasies

to ancient omsong thrum

 

divine truths suckled

from the hem of onyx lip

 

she tosses the curtain of her hair

and gathered labyrinths of astral lace

to lean me back on silken gravity

until she kisses morning shoulders

dappling eyes with sugared dew

and the sighs of parted horizon

pour their slow syrup

 

for slow melt on tongues

of pinking dawn