Majesty Drove

By gaslight write god's states of mind;
Why do you write like you're running into Time?
By lamppost the utmost shade stands to shine,
Though shadow creeps and carries circles aging for your dime.

I did not keep on turning
      For green that's paper thin.
I did not hug the corners
      For food I get from him.
I did not twist my torso
      Or bend between my thighs,
For anything but two things still:
      Our love and his not cries.

By desk your screen glow touches my dream
(What his mind takes, my obsessive chest esteems).
By flashing limelight roles will rise to beam,
Though in the vacuum, unengaged, these old wheels won't churn deane.

I did not see the path
      For moon-obscuring fog.
I did not stop the blade,
      For backward beats his blood.
And yet I twisted on,
      Forwards into their hearts.
And all were poked for fear of smoke,
      Before the fire starts.

By night write worlds unto this wild fantasy.
By noon wander round in feline majesty.
By morn explore your body's boundless industry.
By day by day by need ask (Love) what you will of me.
 

9/7/17