In you

I study electricity

moving like notes made visible

a song in the air

and look at your magnet pulse

bending structures all around you

into waisted charm

new frescoed and bulbous skyscrapers

springing up from your fertile frame

run reams of knotted silk

across these sterile counters

mount the god and goddess

on an arc beneath the curving sky

eye's resurrection

hair and breasts and

feet and hands and speech

above the nested gravity

where you and I give way

before the king of things

from alabaster lids

and lacquered heels

to the discus and galactic arm

all charm of eggs in ashes

that the sand can't wash away

and the water heals.