Out here in the circling driveway,
I sweep up the shattered mirrors,
I long for your face behind
clear unbroken glass, the cruel
engines hum around us.
What do I know of heavenly beauty
in your feline form? All I know
is a series of desperate dreams,
each with a succulent imprint
and a sweetly wounding name.
Let me in to your dipped darkness
and the brine of your planetary fulcrum
that men and mobiles and beaten buildings
fly past as your delicious orbit increases--
vivid daughter of earth, send me the days
of your smile and your strut
across foot-blessed floors.
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