herself of memory
& suddenly his hands are
a deer born in the dark
she paws him
his brag of dust
his slate & husk
her tender gorse
mist of stonewound
rain married to musk
all the orchards baubled with
antlers, damsons, foxholes
remember his girl, remember
her legs cocked like a handgun
the wall, a brocade of catalana moths
as if the light sequinned each crucifix
to body a bridge – halved at mortise
tarsus limned with an anemic hum
take her veins, her viral arbors
o’ Endymion, where
were you, when she
was a livid asymptote
when gravity was a claw
trapped in the striae
of uncoupled stars
was grotto & torch
a rosary of razors
a god at triage
all the burn-marks
all the snakepit altars
holy of such honeyed
rum tinder in her
arrowed songbird
such dagger-brush
as if lightning had
wandered into that
sheep of skin
seshat : Egyptian goddess of writing
