Lily, daughter of the stargazer,

where do I go

to search you out?

You rise above the empires

and their adulterers,

you throw me into the abyss

with your little hands.

Jasmine stands next to you

with its scent of sleep.

September is

another care away.

I open the poem

and you come out of it.

Record another song

and your secret soul of evil

turns another pearl.

Untie me from my agony

of desire: have mercy on the years

that have not smashed a man

the way your furtive glances

and your pigtails did

in the months of your pale blue eyes

blonde sabotage of discovery

waiting with empty thighs

in the outer darkness of my mind

for the breath of an unknown morning

souls under the lidless scan

I beat your legend into me on hot tar

and go far to the day moon's strength

and the night moon's mirror

your name like a knife in my side.

I miss your green fangs

fruit of the fire that commands your will

as I drink from the smoke

in your shoe.