Night Sun

The night, a blazing sun; and we die beige—and passion death.
We live forever—one night; and fall purple—our lust and
Fraction. The walls are bleeding love; and we grope a sightless
Voice; and she rises, Bhakti—a color wheel; and I stumble,

Rajah; and yogis ponder; and mystics pause; and love, a
Tent of feng shui. The cedar chest, a pier of rose petals; and
Midnight red, a fire blue; and we wax a nervous storm. Every
Frame, a shadow—a blackdamp; for love is choking; and love

Is rising—while Sanskrit dances. But here’s a sugar apple; and
Here’s devotion; and let the night sprout wings—an opal prayer.
And meet me, my love: let us dine the flame, and wake the
Absence. Indeed, the valley mourns; and chains cry violence;
And maya wails freedom; and deep emotion—turns Light;
And vague rites—stir frenzy.