the night pool .. .
The intoxication, purity
linseed oil of turpentine
creamy ash the palette
your peacock feathers
fronds, alien and falling
from the wet-warm night sky
and in the morning
I build again a stairway
startling, parting airwaves
concave to your heart
birds-foot gentility
sensitivity in a garland
arabesque, exotic
filled with intension