Proserpina

you: creamy pink
light dappled cheeks
a psaltery echo
in the silence
pale of
a cord cut

lemon, iris, and lily
warm the sound of your voice around my name
and scent the air
that falls off your tounge:
ballast of song
twisted and easy

you: cotton and moon
glistening
sprout transparent
skin and limb
weaned of nectar
you coat fingertips in pollen
and bloom
clover
in the yard
now that your eyes shine of me.