The Grapes of Heaven - The Wine of Wolves
0 feed me the grapes of heaven, from your mouth unto my mouth. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Snowedness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Green tea, a red caress, in a bamboo grove. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 4am, cold ghost in my ear. Skin cries for lucent raptures, sapphires spilling from the sun. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Silver silk of nymphs and apples. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ An anguished metal face, weeping scarlet tears, stares deep into the sun. How quick the feast!, it whispers to the wind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 0 feed me the honey of winter willows; from deep in your hives of gold, feed me the light of willows. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I build scaffolds of snow, that I might climb into yet another childhood. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dead leaf, dead hour. Ice and lead wines, a thousand carafes. Heading into the plumblue horizon, a hand full of silver dots for the micronights: I am giddy with winter suns, the green spittle of nymphs in my mouth. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 0 stars and birds, how quickly you are gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Here, seeds of a dead light, a thousand autumns. Thy sky inside me calls to one streaked with rose, and by a rose caressed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Between Saturn and the Sun, I craft the morning. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I will follow your footsteps, ghost, across lightyears of sleep and I will follow your hair's silver lamp, ghost, to where the deer- shadows are burned into the snow. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jesters raging in their bells, trashing lutes of gold, lilies of pearl. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Between sky and sky moons of Sunday fall. Silence by silence, it is all snow, infinity, waxwing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Who has drunk the wine of the wolves? Who has danced beneath their stars? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Only the evanescent lives forever.