Cindy Rinne

You— kiss my maze
of bones
I— stroke your splintered
heart

your blood baptizes
spirit bear

she groans in grasses,
city lights, and scrub
evoking ecosystems
like hands
with fingertips for faces

blue lizard-man
flails under the gaze

of Taurus new moon
stars chewing
horns lingering

Peace bird
held
by an all-seeing virgin,

mirrors itself,
eyes closed

you chant a hymn
taste Roman numerals
like trees stamped
across the horizon