this is an ode to ur mirror lips; u are so
golden as a splendid shield, polished
to a high reflection    if it were up to me her voice would be metallic;        
of the bluer than blue;
Ivy's yet to be born yet her eyes are like the cat's
like & Jewish & as sweet as deep                                                water
fresh as a minuet;                   my god;
her love wills              me to say god is good         for the by-line back
in rolling thunderbolts days;
as c as an effervescent                           hi          leaping faithful Sufi;
who knows which witch will turn                     which I lay awake
way or way to turn once I enter the cave on the map
unseen; an invading                            army of wild ants in pink shoes
                       & aluminum ballgowns;
I am the dice to throw
into space to wake u up; darling,
give the chalice a rest the sacred wine
                                                               overflows w/ gold