My lover strides through worlds of life and zones

My lover strides through worlds of life and zones

of chaos on pillared legs in flitting

raiment of color and flesh soft-fitting

her saint’s unvenerated bones

as squealing despotic-subjects unknowing swarm

her ivory ankles and carpeted domain

spreading chaos and she giving form

while spinning holiness from the profane.

But hear her tell it, and she just muddles,

smudging her way through gray-scale gradients

of failure, head down, avoiding puddles

peering forward to the sweet release

of sometimes never fleeting radiance

and a house with nothing to pick up, and peace.