I kneel on dandelion carpets and weave lilacs between her rose and purple iris, I assume avuncular circumspect on her horizon. Her sky sucks rain that swallows my smoldering sun. Tasmanian blue gum shadows sit restless in the river’s bend. Ornithes Areioi circles concentric beneath a gibbuous placid moon. We sighing lovers who seperate at Auroras elastic dawn and lay in dark unfurrowed aubades, we listen to the oracular shoal send propitious waves of gold that beat their withered shore

I breathe molecules once passed through the lungs of Leonardo’s. I settle into the rhythm of my period. Spurned by zealot tears, blown by changing winds from rain to laughter, her sharpened tongue steels my will, and seduces his senses. My identity is embattled, fragile and feels the quick stir of paean. My oscillating intonations of mortality stagnates beneath the shadow of her her protuberance, her instrument for threshing his grain