an ancient light, gathering

the moon mirrored the spine of her intent,
and so she had become a castaway in the gluttony of her need,
a temporal goddess cast out into the sea,
she was without voice,

she had been born near the turn of a key,
on the western island of the peridot, blood lay
thickly upon the sand and memories rose to the
surface like a crown of redemption

she lay
suspended in the web of his arms, his tongue
crucifying her against his will, his pleasure
shook the earth from under her hips and they found
what all lovers find, blood lay thickly carpeted
upon the sand

memories rose from the sea,
spilling over
like a necklace of stars in the night
like an ancient light making love to the crescent moon,
rolling clouds across their eyes....