#human form

All my longing and the day it always stretches all that unnerves me starts to recede

Lifting the lock, slip past the rusted gate

Lavender perfume pampers the air, a map of overgrown ivy on stone, traces of hyacinths and irises in the sunrays' trickling embers

Lighting the sky, firefly ballerinas plié to a movement heard in the breeze

Evening star, my Venus, my delight, your slow-motion form emerges from the sea of cypress and mossy aphros

Mirroring gazes penetrate You're every bit as shell-shocked as I am by the news of the world

Symmetry of feeling in asymmetrical times

Summer airs can be deceptively cool My supplication is for the warmth of our embrace—gnarled arms of white oak entwined with the leafy quivers of our lips, starved of light, evident in constricted veins

If only such moments would elongate, tomorrow's terror fractures our peace, deer ticks burrow where thigh meets knee—

Roots planted firm, we face the straight-line winds of the oncoming summer's gale