She rises above Monamoy Point
on her wake—a Tenebrae of carbon
Then bolts back
careening cross blue-black—
through her lucent clouds of hair
from which on radii spray a diaspora of stars
Mistress of Metallurgy
tempered, tampering
Darkness forged to alloy with light
Men have always wondered...
how anything could be so round?
To arouse a sullen tide
her fingers palpate night-water’s lead
tingling light of limbs so spread
to her lover!
Close him in—
a pewter path of trembling touches
that ends in the small of her back
Men so wooed, still shudder
“How anything so tender...?”
could expose such stone!
She eclipses the sun!
She commands the sky!
...to hone his steel on that!
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
She rises above Monamoy Point
on her wake—a Tenebrae of carbon
Then bolts back
careening cross blue-black—
through her lucent clouds of hair
from which on radii spray a diaspora of stars
Mistress of Metallurgy
tempered, tampering
Darkness forged to alloy with light
Men have always wondered...
how anything could be so round?
To arouse a sullen tide
her fingers palpate night-water’s lead
tingling light of limbs so spread
to her lover!
Close him in—
a pewter path of trembling touches
that ends in the small of her back
Men so wooed, still shudder
“How anything so tender...?”
could expose such stone!
She eclipses the sun!
She commands the sky!
...to hone his steel on that!