Sunset rivers flow deeper than my Interior

One must believe in miracles and hope for miracles 

and love the Possibility of miracles

I call Oriental Princess this Moment - the taste of this Moment

(your tongue immediately understands all meaning) 

 The princess dawns from my Far-Inner East (interior intimo meo)

Her flesh diamond holds my geography my uncertain wounds 

The princess ascends from my Extreme cave of nonsense

perhaps the sun can still rise in my Lost Paradise 

The Arch of Love trembles 

toward Interstellar Truth 

(superior summo meo) 

Here Divinity bathes but once every twighlight 

parting the warm colors of life

your deep amber scarlet amethyst lips 

your Womb-of-Light inventing seas in the moon 

while my prayer always lacks atmosphere

We ignite and dissolve this Moment 

as one birthing Silence

Absolute Law of Novelty

 

your Rhythm of breathing transforms the riverbed 

pulse of peace and wildfire: Cosmos longs for your Sailing

(Princess of the Primal Spring

my thirst my delirium nightly seeks your mouth 

my thirst dreams of your rivers and future gardens

your overflowing Ganges  Nile  Amazon under my anxiety)

(I must believe your miracle

the nudity of Waters merge into Infinities

Anew)