On the Bay of Naples Medwen’s bones Tell me that when Vesuvius erupted, Waves of lava covered her. With my brush I uncover her and give her life back to her. In her arms she holds her master’s son, Who mouths a gold teething ring. When Medwen asks Paulus the boatman To take her and
This house is preparation. An atrium Of light invites us up a curved Marble staircase. When we ascend, A long hall opens into a library With ten-thousand volumes and heaven Painted on its blue ceiling. A black limo crouches on the pebble drive. In the rose garden the bees go About their business. The roaches
The male approaches the female with caution. He wants to mate with her not serve as prey. If she accepts him, then he grasps her claws With his and they parade for hours. Sometimes the male ends this display as dinner, But not until he and the female bring Their mouths close enough to kiss.
