to my knight of cups

Revised 8.17.24

tree of life, your cross is light

down and up your beams reign right

in surrender, i curtsie

signaling quite covertly

otherwise, understanding

my celestial landing

plays with the wind; hear it

when my vision is spirit

your voice touched my collar bones

brightened earth with rods and cones

and the shadows of your lips

and the honey of your scripts

temper and refine me, knight

this gold chain cushions my flight

from a terrestrial ball

our shield will dispel them all

these awakened memories

and these mere accessories

which draw me in with embrace

and just want to see my vase

they strike when my being puffs

spells that come in frightful gusts

even when confession closed

my eyes yearned to be transposed

scored with a silver needle

wearing the scarab beetle

divine mercy comes with cheer

bring me to a lagoon, dear

the crystalline and metal

yield to yarn, thread, and petal

a word in my collection

immediate dissection

sentence as a specimen

gesture as my medicine

with one rock, cloud becomes sea

spatial zones which now agree

climb this ladder to essence

deflate me with your presence

my amulet in the night

tree of life, your cross is light