it is an open secret now,
Venus has loosened her girth,
skies are melting
and the earth has trembled,
not for the last time,
in a fit of transmissions

‘do something!’ you cry,
in the tent of our love, here
is what I will do –
I will invite the angels
to pirouette on the pout of your breast,
I will lay a carpet of amethyst and agate at your feet
and bathe your tears in a curtain of light

now there is solace,
now you have gone and I am gone too,
now there is knowing we meet again
in the numinous now