Johanna

                      Pride

when she calls,
the oceans fumble.
An all-encompassing might
that tatters glass hearts
in the sound of her skin-
A mother of the earth itself,
a limitless love that licks
the shrouds of 
humanities evanescence. 

Her crooked eyes turn to me:
the tides swollen deep in her bowls-
a woman's intuition. 
And, I know in my crevices,
that Venus herself cannot compare
to the enchantment of
my beautiful sister

pride when she calls