Rejoice with the wife
of thy youth.
Proverbs 5-4.
The third quarter moon
Pulls us mad revelling Jacks
Breath quick through frost-autum fields-
Bellies star heavy
Rovings backyard pastures barefoot
Through Pomona's trees,
We fall (apples in cold dew)
Breathless as Lilith's last pass
Proves empty-
Oracles sing.
Our blood trills
For the hung pumpkin-
A night jar chills our phosporescent thighs,
Cicadas on their run up-tree
Rub fiddle wings.
We hadn't touched before tonight,
Nor felt our bodies
Belly soft
Down,
Now sought by Lamia
We lay humming
Duet scored for harmonic precision,
While tongues together
Feel the flannel gut of Gypsy strings
Flame through love's orchard
Slicing fruit swiftly
For steal...
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