may the eyes of every
slithering light be blindfolded,
my love is here with me
may the night be
as quiet as a village,
my darling gently dries her wings
let no thought betray,
no stone pelt a shiver,
my dove goes visiting a dream
hush now, oh deepest
of all fathom,
the world floats on a heartbeat
all things done, undone,
things indelible, leisurely
things, now discarded
a parting feather in flight
descends...
*her beguiling bejeweled body
This poem first appeared in the May-June 2012 issue of the Reading Hour magazine. This is an edited, altered version of the poem.