Alchemisland

Rather than reject my acid, something tacit forms ‘twixt two sides

Puce-eyed I’m that high, we discussed life beneath Orion’s light

We were thieves who took from day by extending night

Our delight made moments monthlong

Three days if we had been in a cave they would praise us

I shield my fielding amethysts, your wince-demanding rays

Touchless, please with me imagine the amorous

And lustlessly enscribe the mind’s cameral

Let the divide itself be divided and set aside. The hammer

She takes to my steel-glamoured face releases a kept visage

I stammer to thank my visitor, praying that I am not dreaming

Often I have seen her as a blur of capricious steam

I scheme as only one o’er keen can, I believe what I must to have.