She and her cloud steed
her cramps her scented with glory
I breathe her alive
of exquisite borealis
She like Persian carpet magnet
her past her songs
ancient angel
light dancer
swinging in my directions.
She and hers crucifixions hers sawn
her giving birth to burning bread
of her and the blue hands of her grinding.
All of it is medlar in avalanche!
ice cream balm
for devilish swaps
her and hers fairy banners
the signs given
of her for her mystical suspension
of her kissing the ginger of his forehead
and drink from her her opulence of quiet immensity
her and hers strident flags
that paint everything empty
and hers everything
hers and hers absolute world
and body silencing the spaces
they speak of love.