The Frail Zodiac

and knowing this I bless you. with black dust and whispers. I stroke your eyes with feathers and lap your neck in oils. desirous and holy. I part your lips and invoke love. with wild honey and lavender petals. we bathe in the ripples of spring. grainy light shed by rainclouds cocoons this temple. affixed rubies starve the floor. your hair belongs in these shadows. interweaving with ribbons of silk from shawls spread out. we share a cup of elderflower tea. beneath us the sounds of music shake the floor. tempestuous drones replace our need for speech. we sit in silence and enter the dream worlds.

lost in each other. tasting the dew on sikkhimese branches. flooding our mouths in the water of rivers. falling into the shimmering lights of the desert. sleeping beneath mists and tea plantations. entwined in love.

the brutal dawn collides headlong into our visions. the dust of another nights dream is shed.

I awaken in the darkrooms of my own silence.