for Karthik,
'...descend, and of the curveship lend a myth to God.'
You hear
'consolation'
as 'constellation'
when I explain
a poem is a
consolation
work that I
am compelled
to
as a lover
is to traces
pointing
beyond sighs
and windows
where
Arcturus
stands
poised
wheeling
in night's
patient
round,
his arrow
strung
forever
ready to
swiftly fly
as am I
along the
spatial curve
of your
arching
thighs.
This, too,
taut,
restrained,
breath held
between
Perpetua's
swollen
lips of
praise -
If you
could only
see what
I see in
your eyes
when the
arrow
finally
flies
Warren Falcon
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