Her fingers write in lightning

and alphabetic vertebrae

from before the cave of time

I watch the viscera

paint the pillars

peacefully transfixed

by the play of crimson waves

the shining of a bone sun

an ember of lunar pubis

glowing in the mechanista night.

Spirit from the sinews of the clouds

that hold the reins of sweet blood,

of edible mercury

and elastic kisses,

of skin that holds the twilight

in a deeper world.