The renegade pearl of her conscience unconsumed Writhes repentless in the purl of shifting fires; I taste her infant breath-- like asphodels Enduring rain, scenting perduring nothing risible rose! 5 Her hesitant spirit wakes the finitudes we crave, Suspect eyes reinventing the evening's spent char, Giving night the one, acetylene touch While she trembles alone in her vintage heaven of wait. The light in her chaste fingers undoing rue 10 From all this blessing conspire lifts the sacral hue; Spilling love unbelievable from her telltale eye, They caress the everliving in eternal charge.
From the collection "A Volcano Island"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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