Where do I situate myself
In this shining tableau of love
That has Psyche sighting Eros,
Her bedfellow?
In that hinge of wing, the fleeing alula
Flinching from oil,
Scouring specks that leapt
From a lantern with a yawning well.
What more may fall?
Who may tell? I wonder
If the other half is yours.
The revealing light.
The stripping bare.
The enlivening spark.
My bloodied vessels.
The brightness
Granting definition.
I lie and shiver
Before benediction.
Let the feather quake
Before the flame.
