There is one who is sunlit
Potent as the jade-green sea
Inhaling blissfull birdsong
Exhaling ancient threnodies
Years of headlights, rainsoaked
Highways: miles under desert
Sun. copper-skinned she's spells
To sing with lips love letter soft
She writes cataclysmic sonnets
Without using words.
Unabridged Resolute
Her asthetic purely Lunar
He tries to match her
Inhale to inhale
Exhale to exhale
But he is a corpse
Buried in black soil
Roots to wrap and swallow him
Crushing the soul from his bones
Cursed then to wander mountains
And watch her rest weary legs as she
Drinks deeply from Aquarius