Lovelier than you would imagine.
Rimed with soil, the smell
moss, stairs that descend into
the depths of the earth. Great
half fog and half water, tossing its
ancient head. Water scent,
taste of cold.
Slip of silver on your tongue, lunar dust,
moon fruits glowing on black
trees. The queen of hell in the distance.
Crown of obsidian and gloss,
bleached silver from the shadows.
Long and terrible memory.
holds the world above in her teeth
like an orange peel.
your hand, tips three pomegranate
pips into your palm.
that it’s your choice to linger
or go on. Watches you
the last red seeds—burst of saccharine,
wine burn of memory on your restless
Kisses your forehead. Clutches you
in her unrelenting arms.