Dominabitur Mihi

Dominabitur Mihi

 

    Shut-out, shut-in—
    That one vibration,
    Plucks the ribs syncopated, breathless,
    Heaven-crashed on hymns;
    Eyes closed to coaxed sightings
    (Striking foot, thundering free
    In the smizing tyranny of storms—
    The golden stag’s chariot
    Wells to the bottom of our eyes,
    Comet-felled, bliss-torn)
    Of this one brilliant moon
    Glown between candles cadences.
    These fissures of heat, that scar, shimmer fingertips
    To find their echoes in each other.
    And with one look,
    This warmth salts the seas.