I see the arc of rainbow by the
corridors of your innocence
a thousand tongue ushering
in the glow of your emergence
into something pure
round the edges
the earth curls round the
tip of your sole
as sea waves around seashells
to suckle at their ornate glow
you glide in the ebullient rush
of lovers’ promises and struts the way
the sun climbs to see the bare
skins of igneous rocks
you, an aftermath of volcanoes
to pillow the day to anticipations
you are the firmament
the roof of premonitions
the wheel of joy and the lash of rain
on burning sulfur
