Rosary (Prayer One)

Wherein she martyrs the mirror: this carnival of stone, her lips dilate the negation—space into starpoint Wherein she, to be both sacrum & wrist— neither the fugitive epidermis, nor the unlocked ashblack— sovereigns the shadow swell as love Wherein she ardors the emptiness open, proof the unanchored Spirit of my silence, her revisions clothing my brightest orgasm— Wherein she says, I can hear you, the seed under the belly’s flesh—love the far shore, she says, For She withdraws the Spring wild Thrust in her mother’s surrender, iron ocean blackened to aurora.