To sit on the balcony of your eyes
To conjure heaven and hell in a single thought
To gently forsake the wing for the bird
To inhale time and exhale stars
Cloud blankets closed around Venus, low on the horizon. To one side, light slid between our horizons and rode up the sky, capillaries in the spaces between clouds. I heard the grass forage, the movement of their roots beneath the earth playing ethereal music, fat with gongs and fingerbells.
And I swooped as the hawk swoops and gently enclosed you
While I sat on the balcony of your eyes