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.