Only Night

a poem of desire

My skirt in your hand,
an arm of river round my thigh,
evening oncoming in a blaze,
spring fires burn away chills.

Moths come down
wings blinking, astounded
carrying the spark of Artemis
straight to our hearts
like cupids arrow

or a rocket shot up
to our pumice moon.
We are nothing but light
eating only sunbeams.

I am woman shaped radium rod.
Sun-kisser, moon-swooned
star- shattered,
the kiss of an opening bud.

I am in my bed, by a river
counting reeds to sleep.
I am the core of an iris
constellating with flower after flower.

You, are the incoming mist
laying low and heavy over the water.
The turn of a cranes head
undulation, before crying out.

We are the shade of purple
only the night will answer to.

(This is the Alte Jeetzel near my house, when I go for a walk it is to here and the Elbe beyond! This is where I was in my mind when I wrote this poem)

(a miniature painting of an iris I did, I LOVE iris!)

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