How Hard Can It Be?

Attend to shadows, wind and stone
as nightbats jaggedly askew
the river where you wade
as fishes sip the violet dusk
that falls upon the eddy whorls
then turn their silvered flanks

at water's edge you'll find a charm
engraved and sacred, smoothed by time
and touch -- long-treasured, lost

then dream of lying tombed in shale
locked as a fossil pressed by dark
innumerable years

waking writhed and wet from terror
see the moon’s milklight on your thighs
your loins your fearsome heart

incarcerate of love