behind closed lids

my love burns
and rises from ashes
the tangerine sun in my rearview
with its scarlet feelers fondling
nipples binding my breasts
until I gasp

in forest decay moist
my love grows rich
black soils birth the diminutive
belles of lilies of the valley
fragrance trapped everlasting
in ambergris

under a microscope
framed by eyelashes fat
and innocent in its eyepiece
my love swims
pulses cytoplasmic
into my dreams

wielding the brush of hoarfrost
its mercurial feathers
a conflagration into gold
with the alchemy of dawn
my love is painted

behind closed lids



�2002 by PJ Nights
~previously published at ERWA