it is an open secret,
Venus has loosened her girth,
skies are melting
and the earth has trembled
in a fit of transmissions,
in a surfeit of tenderness

‘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,
bathe your tears in a curtain of light,
I will salute your presence
as you have saluted mine

in parting,
there is solace in knowing
the numinous now