So Quivered, Sagittarius
Underneath
a sequined sheet
of shudder-quaking stars…
Demigoddess' dancing dress
of sequined polyester
pooling on the grass
in the park on the hill
under which groans
the old Queen of the West.
Surrounds the vineyard fallow.
Ears bejeweled in sapphire lustre,
cabochon-cut, as bait for your favorite luster.
Empress' thongs yet cinched at thine ankles.
From aquiline nose, perspiration dangles.
Remnants of silken scarf
do braid our flesh in royal blue.
Dolled-up immortal,
we are one-night, eternal.
Shall I, Jackal, have my way with you?
Spellbinding shimmers, wet eyes white-dyed
Chronic shivers, wolfen soul aroused
Photonic glimmers humming under pergola stars—
stars hung limp—
limp from strings—
strings plucked from woven alkali yarn
Yarn uncoiled by stirring fingers, wet tips white-died
Fingers flung from fists un-knuckled—
Fists unfurled from paraplegic arms
Among those countless firefly clusters
and made-up constellations,
hovering 'twixt Polaris
and the bloody fangs of a friendly Ursa Major,
a Zodiac Hunter drops
a lucky penny from his fist.
Lucky penny like you
with a sheen on your face.
Heads-down, like you -
with your face buried in the cold, wet grass.
Tails up, just like you -
like you like it to be.
Such luck:
Full moon,
Friday the 13th.
One cent now possessed by me in my left pocket
One scent - your right neck nape - I still haven't forgot it.
Six senses conspiring.
All synapses firing.
One arrow piercing –
as I, into you.
Now tingling fingers strum simmering songs:
songs sung sweet,
sweet and rich,
rich with notes of Catawba wine.
Rouge-blushing Canens'
flinging fingers
command a Crescent Choir—
Fantasia Fingers
begetting rapture
chandeliering Dandelion Fire.
In thickets of Bluegrass
over the river
infinite crickets
do cry—
Harmonizing,
vintage red-whining,
with your purgatory cry.
Blue earth, essence,
all things living
crescendo as they sing
a song to awaken
pins and needles
in ever-jaundiced skin
A Seven Hill harmony
auroras in your eye.
Primary color melodies
nimbly dance the sky,
Now orange and green and purple blur
a cacophonic tune:
A not-so-perfect circus
'neath a not-so-full full moon.
Demigoddess' dancing dress
of sequined polyester
pooling on the grass
in the park on the hill
under which groans
the old Queen of the West.
Surrounds the vineyard fallow.