In Memory Of My Original Muse
To opine that day, thou sweet eyes
Breath basked the marring star lit sky
I arose and sought thee like the dew on dust
I arose in the myths and within meadows.
Thou too approached earth’s dim tide.
For Earth trembled when thou walked
Thy body triumphed over all bronzed Gods
Thou arose with night’s tender cognate word
Thou arose climbing all facets of my love
Seabirds cried, bodies trembled.
I was also moved in the morning by a broken string
Near thy lyrically tumultuous upheaval of a shower
We found stones in the honeyed stores of manna
We found honey within waves pounding streets
An undertow weaving the hot falsity of laughter.
Death narrowed between clouds on pure decay
And such antiphonal measures that sounded on broken bells
Heart’s tower not alone, behind us (uncertain) heaved our love
Lasting like mouths, clutching echoes before the leap;
Thou sweet eyes, dispatched thy poet with thy teeth.