Cleft

This tongue that cleaves the space between
Dew-drops nestled upon the clod of her thigh
An arch of pain that soothes and seethes
The blood-burned nebula of her eye.

Woe is winter clung damp to vein
Twilight's that wander half untamed
Salt and tooth, bird and bone
From stars flesh-hung, her tidal moan

Rocked in moonlight, she needles time
Harpooned in foam, the cancer chimes
Cadaver throat cord, pulse quick and lame
The vigil of our swollen flames.