Infinitude tangos upon sacred lotus flowers
floating carelessly amidst raven rivers
inexorably flowing in amethyst eyes-
elegant features like still ivory waters reflect
the eternal emerald sun
embracing weeping Atlas-willows, laden with jagged sky.
Quintessence of cherry orchards blossom in tresses
of tasseled honeysuckle strands.
Delicate hands lasso the moon-
coyly to her lips she swallows, spiting embers across evening.
Boldly she invades Olympus imbibing incandescent fire,
ample pivoting hips thunder the stolen blaze
upon mortality’s wounds-
Her voice like soft wisps of silky hummingbird sonnets
enchant the barren winter air,
birthing spring upon exulting mandrake breath.
The north wind blows the variegated clouds
over the languor waters like
Autumn leaves over fruitless fields.
Wrapped in sunlight she gracefully dances on
A dragon’s sugar plum belly like epiphanies
on the tip of a child’s tongue.
If all the universe were to incinerate like a crumpled sheet of soiled paper amid raging flames
she would remain:
statuesque as a sequoia standing among burnt tree stumps
sultry like a sunflower in perpetual twilight
sanctorum as a baby’s giggle resonating in death’s ear
surging like supernovas piercing the abyssal night
surreal as the ocean encapsulated within a Lamb’s tear-
incomparable as a summers day;
my amaranthine goddess…