In the distant, cold
lands of the north
You have the amber touch
of a woman
The subdued, shuffling
running step of a circle dance
Ar sauli, pret sauli*
Delicate, gentle, soft
glow
Here, nearing the equator
You become increasingly
violent, a thirsty tyrant
Taking suck from the
still-beating-heart
Blood of human sacrifice
You first rose in my
eyes
A hot, red aurora
Brutal thing,
It may as well have
been my heart
And as you rose
I held my unprotected
gaze upon you until I
Etched you in my eyes
All masculine rage and
fury your
Raw strength reins in
Snow-white, fire-breathing
coursers:
Earth-lover
Day-break
Fiery
Red-producer
Flashing
Thunder
Fiery**
Churning the air with
their merciless hooves making
An arduous arc across
the heavens
They drive my desire
Your horses
Will obey only your
hands
As I would obey only
your hands
Enraptured
Beautifully blind
My singed corneas engraved:
A disc
Burned lesion
All it would take is
to look away
Still I am mad with
this madness
I turn to you
I turn to you
I turn to you
I turn to face my
body full to you
I draw you in
I draw your warmth
in
I keep you
I keep you
I am flowering in joy
Bright yellow rays shimmering
The fire of you hardens
an inflorescence of mirrored dark crescents
One by one they burn
black
I open wider
Curling back:
here's another one
Ovoid ebon rods
My radiant dark heart
The solano blows
hot from the south-east, loaded with loess
You burn the earth to
brittle dust
Still I lock my blind
eyes on you
and wait again for you
to rise again
Soon, the wine-stained
finch will come
Lean rakishly over my
straw body
Over the skull socket
Pluck out a black pip
and
Lift his throat heavenward
to
Raise a jubilant song
for our seed
Love, this is our
season
8/12/2001
Ingrid
Karklins