There are lions in the mulberry
and wolves in the willows
All love is young under a broken moon.
Sparks cauterize twin hearts as
Orion watches, crying silent tears,
until we can taste the stars.
I call for Aphrodite, but
it’s Athena I want — strong and wise —
slaying my doubts with a glance.
It’s the tickle of a collarbone,
a kiss upon a jawline, this I understand.
There are pieces of insanity in making love.
We stand coupled between tall moments,
like pillars holding up
heaven above and hell below.
Wrapped up in your purgatory arms
I am free.