In a pool of vacant blue
seams of light lay lost in
sleights of coaxing gathered by
the gambol of their movement –
swinging daybreak to dawn in
a crossing of scarred clouds – the new-day sky
repelling soft pinks in grey reflections
found in the suasions of morning
[discovered in abstraction]
and I feel the inertia of awareness as
prurience – sensual and erotic – flowing
over me in a calligraphy of smells
of woodland tundra, this mountainous innocence
bought in emblem as an infancy of Light
held in construct bold with perpetuity –
and find love’s banner in the evening’s reproach