KINDNESS four commandments and a caution
Live as a deep-rooted tree, an open meadow, an armored body, always…
Read more →Sun and moon reside within, a veiled, certain beauty awaiting its wolf-hour reveal.
My skin sun, my breasts moon.
Chandra, you spoke in riddles.
The letters swam. I stared at them,
trying to extract meaning
like milk from a stone.
Gnomic, you wrote silver on gold.
The laws of the universe in my body.
Surya shining all day in my eighteen arms,
my muscled neck, my golden navel.
And only at the wolf-hour, the white-owl hour,
the cow-dust hour,
did I bare the light, the invisible fullness
that waited all day, veiled and certain
in its beauty, unmarred
by the fact of reflected glory.
Breath failed.
Each nipple was a sphinx under your mouth.