New Moon Nuptial
the woven plunge
of counted breaths
that fill a female heart
counted countenance
over skies
moon bone dry
entered crevice
seeming bleed
forward words
reminds of distant
omens gleaned in
mines now spent
sowing moments
under soils
cultivate memory
heavy sent
AH
naught is able
inside reaching
given hands of ringed
high minds; rendered
streaking stars of
peeking through the
blackness
bent confined
