Slim pure forest dark

Sweet in your prime

Glittering jewelry

Spiral bracelets

And shining earrings

Double strands of

Deep blue beads

Transcendent

Immanent

The goddess

In matter

Sitting straight

As the sacred oak

Whose thighs are holy

Specifically in this instance

Outside Cappy’s Café

As you uncross your legs

Under the glass table top

The contents of the shadows

Superluminous in gloom

Flesh and fabric whatever

Desire permits

Your skirt the city

Your tender frame

A creeper on

The brick wall