And Still

A black sun rose,
round mouth hungry
for the heart beating backwards,
for the desert’s swollen tongue.

A black wind blew
obsidian sand in the eyes
of Christ, plucked out and hurled
into the eye of the storm.

A black fire fused
new lovers like Siamese twins
joined at the sex forever, no matter
how inward love curled.

Dawn failed. A black sun rose,
swallowed all the light,
and still our quaking
leaves reach for it.

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